<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527</id><updated>2012-02-07T10:36:27.724+08:00</updated><category term='IS Magazine'/><category term='toothpastefordinner'/><title type='text'>Light at the end</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4669758003726392707</id><published>2010-03-01T23:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T00:50:11.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>123</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm changing courses!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or paths, or ways, or whatever you call it.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not using -beyondpassion anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onetwothree&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4669758003726392707?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4669758003726392707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4669758003726392707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4669758003726392707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4669758003726392707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/03/678.html' title='123'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-9097218135887513623</id><published>2010-02-26T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:09:20.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot wait to see Alice in the Wonderland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's quirky it's fun and it's not those predictable films, you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I cannot wait to set my eyes on the colours in the film, the creatures,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and yes the people, the visual transformation they went through for their roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S4fsjNcAugI/AAAAAAAACPc/oYtPm_iPIAA/s1600-h/alice_in_wonderland_-_helena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442578764347259394" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S4fr4S2oXnI/AAAAAAAACPE/xnWFefnuP9M/s320/anne-hathaway-as-the-white-queen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://images.google.com.sg/images?um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;tbs=isch%3A1&amp;amp;ei=GvKHS8eYM9OzrAeTyqCMCg&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=spell&amp;amp;resnum=0&amp;amp;ct=result&amp;amp;cd=1&amp;amp;q=alice+in+the+wonderland+red+queen+white+queen&amp;amp;spell=1&amp;amp;start=0"&gt;Google Images&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-9097218135887513623?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/9097218135887513623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=9097218135887513623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/9097218135887513623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/9097218135887513623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/tea-party.html' title='Tea Party'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S4fsjNcAugI/AAAAAAAACPc/oYtPm_iPIAA/s72-c/alice_in_wonderland_-_helena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-7343940346964455120</id><published>2010-02-18T15:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T20:59:23.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A. Idol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3zoJYT_VNI/AAAAAAAACO8/TCyMr9YYCwk/s1600-h/didi1-225x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439477697799476434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3zoJYT_VNI/AAAAAAAACO8/TCyMr9YYCwk/s400/didi1-225x300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initially I wanted to watch this season of American Idol because of Ellen D. But a few people caught my eye and I hope they will make it far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lily Scott, Charity Vance, Janell Wheeler and especially Didi Benami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janell Wheeler sang 'American Boy' and it was good, soothing, I like. Didi Benami was most impressive I'd say. Her voice caught my attention when I was in the kitchen, and she sang a very nice song. Good choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm rooting for her most!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-7343940346964455120?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7343940346964455120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=7343940346964455120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7343940346964455120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7343940346964455120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/idol.html' title='A. Idol'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3zoJYT_VNI/AAAAAAAACO8/TCyMr9YYCwk/s72-c/didi1-225x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8893246406869286226</id><published>2010-02-16T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:25:58.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Want a piece of Iphone cookie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3q4uC3P1bI/AAAAAAAACO0/ev-vxUeZe64/s1600-h/tumblr_kxrjyu2CAq1qzbqvao1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438862601185383858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3q4uC3P1bI/AAAAAAAACO0/ev-vxUeZe64/s400/tumblr_kxrjyu2CAq1qzbqvao1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//thelovelybones.tumblr.com/post/386660452"&gt;Thelovelybones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8893246406869286226?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8893246406869286226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8893246406869286226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8893246406869286226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8893246406869286226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/want-piece-of-iphone-cookie.html' title='Want a piece of Iphone cookie?'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3q4uC3P1bI/AAAAAAAACO0/ev-vxUeZe64/s72-c/tumblr_kxrjyu2CAq1qzbqvao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4361310692914304659</id><published>2010-02-16T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T00:25:44.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to do this when I'm bored</title><content type='html'>I found this on Googles images quite sometime ago. I can't remember what did I type in the search engine though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3l1MVXAYQI/AAAAAAAACOs/lNqNrVqg9zw/s1600-h/untitledvege.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438506879779102978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3l1MVXAYQI/AAAAAAAACOs/lNqNrVqg9zw/s320/untitledvege.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3l07Fidy_I/AAAAAAAACOk/F7u3ho9Em_8/s1600-h/wmf-knives-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438506583474424818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3l07Fidy_I/AAAAAAAACOk/F7u3ho9Em_8/s320/wmf-knives-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4361310692914304659?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4361310692914304659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4361310692914304659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4361310692914304659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4361310692914304659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-like-to-do-this-when-im-bored.html' title='I like to do this when I&apos;m bored'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S3l1MVXAYQI/AAAAAAAACOs/lNqNrVqg9zw/s72-c/untitledvege.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6804931114370140748</id><published>2010-02-12T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:54:22.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh la la</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Oh Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh Happy Chinese New Year everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6804931114370140748?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6804931114370140748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6804931114370140748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6804931114370140748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6804931114370140748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-la-la.html' title='Oh la la'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1934937250589224125</id><published>2010-02-08T17:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T18:01:37.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishes with feet are scary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S2_gTkdamjI/AAAAAAAACOU/BZuV5lujzag/s1600-h/yep-yep-you-do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435809902068668978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S2_gTkdamjI/AAAAAAAACOU/BZuV5lujzag/s320/yep-yep-you-do.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://nataliedee.com/"&gt;Nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1934937250589224125?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1934937250589224125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1934937250589224125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1934937250589224125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1934937250589224125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/fishes-with-feet-are-scary.html' title='Fishes with feet are scary'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S2_gTkdamjI/AAAAAAAACOU/BZuV5lujzag/s72-c/yep-yep-you-do.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-741997375806552746</id><published>2010-02-07T12:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:27:14.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SA 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S25At6U6K2I/AAAAAAAACOM/yZ6EwYPSp6w/s1600-h/IMG_7282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435352957778013026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S25At6U6K2I/AAAAAAAACOM/yZ6EwYPSp6w/s400/IMG_7282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singapore Airshow 2010. One of my favourite photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-741997375806552746?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/741997375806552746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=741997375806552746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/741997375806552746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/741997375806552746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/sa-2010.html' title='SA 2010'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S25At6U6K2I/AAAAAAAACOM/yZ6EwYPSp6w/s72-c/IMG_7282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-2394079618495522258</id><published>2010-02-05T22:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:45:46.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get off</title><content type='html'>Muji is offering green tea marshmallows now hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Airshow tomorrow, very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had good dinner with the usual crazy group of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know too much sometimes, and I don't enjoy it. I just don't want to know. It's getting very creepy, and weird. It's not funny at all. I should make this sound nice but I need to be straightforward. Forget it, really. Don't make things so awkward. I'm sick of hearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-2394079618495522258?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2394079618495522258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=2394079618495522258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2394079618495522258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2394079618495522258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/02/get-off.html' title='Get off'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8538393534965626304</id><published>2010-01-28T22:15:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:21:38.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And they return your warmth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I saw this at Filzah's page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cute is when a person’s personality shines through their look, like in the way they walk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time you see them &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;want to run up and hug them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;— Unknown (via &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kidlovesdoodles.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;kidlovesdoodles&lt;/a&gt;) (via &lt;a href="http://iluhhjew.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;iluhhjew&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8538393534965626304?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8538393534965626304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8538393534965626304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8538393534965626304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8538393534965626304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-they-return-your-warmth.html' title='And they return your warmth'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6965453100114876464</id><published>2010-01-23T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:01:25.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit the beaches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S1qsaaUUcgI/AAAAAAAACOE/LJ-49wHWwww/s1600-h/proofglobalwarming.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429841870489678338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S1qsaaUUcgI/AAAAAAAACOE/LJ-49wHWwww/s320/proofglobalwarming.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Global warming. It's getting hot hot hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6965453100114876464?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6965453100114876464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6965453100114876464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6965453100114876464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6965453100114876464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/hit-beaches.html' title='Hit the beaches'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S1qsaaUUcgI/AAAAAAAACOE/LJ-49wHWwww/s72-c/proofglobalwarming.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-7043642943839386861</id><published>2010-01-13T23:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T16:12:26.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I shouldn't have said that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S03wGfzmCYI/AAAAAAAACN0/j0P5Vf8FHnA/s1600-h/original-dangster.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426257120459098498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S03wGfzmCYI/AAAAAAAACN0/j0P5Vf8FHnA/s320/original-dangster.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh my I feel dumb and stupid. I want to go dig a hole and hide inside, hope when I come out of it, it's as if nothing as happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC must be thinking I'm such a weirdo now. I shouldn't have explained like everything is normal. I talk too much sometimes I made things worse arghhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so embarrassed. I know sighing is not good, but SIGHHHH. What have I done man what have I done. Someone help me please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image: &lt;a href="http://www.toothpastefordinner.com/"&gt;Toothpaste For Dinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-7043642943839386861?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7043642943839386861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=7043642943839386861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7043642943839386861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7043642943839386861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-shouldnt-have-said-that.html' title='I shouldn&apos;t have said that'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S03wGfzmCYI/AAAAAAAACN0/j0P5Vf8FHnA/s72-c/original-dangster.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1148695635986425216</id><published>2010-01-09T00:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T00:45:20.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0dfM3PpSHI/AAAAAAAACNc/kY5M4dYJZzc/s1600-h/n180162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424408950783690866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0dfM3PpSHI/AAAAAAAACNc/kY5M4dYJZzc/s320/n180162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm reading Nicholas Sparks's The Lucky One right now. But when I read about Dear John, I felt like I want it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are similar in a way that both story happens in modern day. Both post-9/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how Nicholas Sparks's writes his stories. Every single detail is linked in the story. And feels a little like Cecilia Ahern's PS I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I read it on the net, sources say Miley Cyrus is in the next Nicholas Sparks's movie - The Last Song. She will be playing rebellious seventeen-year-old Veronica 'Ronnie' Miller. I hope she doesn't end up spoiling the movie. I don't have a very good impression of her in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1148695635986425216?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1148695635986425216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1148695635986425216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1148695635986425216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1148695635986425216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/dear-john.html' title='Dear John'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0dfM3PpSHI/AAAAAAAACNc/kY5M4dYJZzc/s72-c/n180162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6542024440755256128</id><published>2010-01-08T13:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:40:52.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motionless</title><content type='html'>When I got back results for Air Pollution and Water Reclamation I was quite happy with myself for doing better than I expected, but everything just went downhill from then on. Arghhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going dinner with half the clique later at the glasshouse. Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been feeling quite empty, felt there's nothing much for me to do ard the house or even anywhere. Have been more than happy to go to school and open eyes out for Caterpillar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh so lame. I just gave another nickname. And this time it's Caterpillar. HAHA shoot me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6542024440755256128?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6542024440755256128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6542024440755256128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6542024440755256128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6542024440755256128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/motionless.html' title='Motionless'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-793230844349439580</id><published>2010-01-04T21:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:24:21.657+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humour fuel</title><content type='html'>I like Nataliedee.com comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0HruCHgD_I/AAAAAAAACNU/7nKv3iP2r7o/s1600-h/i-dont-think-things-with-mustard-are-going-to-work-out-either.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874602405629938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0HruCHgD_I/AAAAAAAACNU/7nKv3iP2r7o/s400/i-dont-think-things-with-mustard-are-going-to-work-out-either.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0HroCTpmAI/AAAAAAAACNM/JjvtAy5ezEM/s1600-h/carrot-violence-awareness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874499377371138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0HroCTpmAI/AAAAAAAACNM/JjvtAy5ezEM/s400/carrot-violence-awareness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0Hrea2lZ3I/AAAAAAAACNE/ubBo4KNsd-o/s1600-h/i-just-started-swinging-and-kept-punching-until-that-motherfucker-was-just-dust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874334167656306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 336px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0Hrea2lZ3I/AAAAAAAACNE/ubBo4KNsd-o/s400/i-just-started-swinging-and-kept-punching-until-that-motherfucker-was-just-dust.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0HrVQZyTqI/AAAAAAAACM8/cCgn9Z0x1HA/s1600-h/unfortunately-sorry-wont-put-his-face-back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422874176743689890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0HrVQZyTqI/AAAAAAAACM8/cCgn9Z0x1HA/s400/unfortunately-sorry-wont-put-his-face-back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See them for yourselves &lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;www.nataliedee.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-793230844349439580?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/793230844349439580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=793230844349439580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/793230844349439580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/793230844349439580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/humour-fuel.html' title='Humour fuel'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/S0HruCHgD_I/AAAAAAAACNU/7nKv3iP2r7o/s72-c/i-dont-think-things-with-mustard-are-going-to-work-out-either.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8142014842655348300</id><published>2010-01-02T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T12:02:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are warming our ice cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sz7FPUz6ilI/AAAAAAAACLw/AB_4K2NFovY/s1600-h/creative-ads-2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421987868475820626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sz7FPUz6ilI/AAAAAAAACLw/AB_4K2NFovY/s400/creative-ads-2248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8142014842655348300?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8142014842655348300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8142014842655348300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8142014842655348300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8142014842655348300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2010/01/we-are-warming-our-ice-cream.html' title='We are warming our ice cream'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sz7FPUz6ilI/AAAAAAAACLw/AB_4K2NFovY/s72-c/creative-ads-2248.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-256502949652067695</id><published>2009-12-31T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:27:51.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>It's been a long year. Tiring emotional-draining one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009. I have lost someone to another, I have lost someone to heaven, I have lost so many other things. And that they've chose to come one after another without giving me a break to breathe. And I thought I would break down and never stand up again. This year is like a downpour, a roller coaster ride. The worst of all, and yet the best of all my eighteen years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says only with mistakes or obstacles, then you will learn and gain more. Now I truly understand it. Through all these, I guessed I only emerged stronger. I fought for someone I loved, but still lost it in the end. At least I tried achieving, but it always take both sides to fight together, I end up feeling tired and realised he would rather I'd not fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNX. I learn that life is so fragile. Experienced how it felt when you were holding in your hands when it was taking its last few breathes, I remembered how my tears were just flowing uncontrolled. Worse when you don't dare to cry afterwards. It only takes awhile for me to fall in love with something I thought I would never have, and it takes a long time to recover from that pain when you lose it forever. I'm not comfortable talking about it. But nevertheless, it was not a regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things that I've been through this year. I left home for six weeks to live without depending on my family. That is one big experience. Big enough to cover up all tiny sadness. I travelled, went and see many places this year, realised so many life values. And, another big thing! I found out that I've slowly learn to love whatever I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I still miss S alot, and I guess I still love him. But he's not the same person at all. Same name looks the same. When the 'Happy Birthday' email came in, I felt nothing, like he was just another friend I know. The S I've been thinking about is gone, only remisnicing the one I used to know. It's confusing and strange. It feels as if he died.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-256502949652067695?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/256502949652067695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=256502949652067695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/256502949652067695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/256502949652067695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5888462349749585808</id><published>2009-12-29T09:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:29:24.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flexi-resolution</title><content type='html'>I shall not do a resolution of things that I will evetually forget and not complete, again. It's always been like this.&lt;br /&gt;Things that I feel like doing, stuff that I want. My flexi-resolution. (Not necessary to complete if interest lacks, no obligations or whatsoever) (Can be brought forward to following year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwBldiR-cI/AAAAAAAACLo/JfveOiy6GPU/s1600-h/luckyone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421209794542434754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwBldiR-cI/AAAAAAAACLo/JfveOiy6GPU/s200/luckyone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwBYdJ2XjI/AAAAAAAACLg/JsaCGsQytdM/s1600-h/9780340897287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421209571101662770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwBYdJ2XjI/AAAAAAAACLg/JsaCGsQytdM/s200/9780340897287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwBJ3cX8SI/AAAAAAAACLY/0TQm9nU9p80/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421209320460644642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwBJ3cX8SI/AAAAAAAACLY/0TQm9nU9p80/s200/memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwAqS4kxGI/AAAAAAAACLQ/vaNvaDIGtOc/s1600-h/rememberuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421208778070869090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwAqS4kxGI/AAAAAAAACLQ/vaNvaDIGtOc/s200/rememberuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Szv_tPXlL5I/AAAAAAAACLA/-SN4FMCsrUg/s1600-h/A%2520Million%2520Little%2520Pieces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421207729155157906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Szv_tPXlL5I/AAAAAAAACLA/-SN4FMCsrUg/s200/A%2520Million%2520Little%2520Pieces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shall get up straight away when wake up in mornings.&lt;br /&gt;Me shall make better use of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shall stop snacking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shall eat more fruits and vegetables&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shall not give in to Joijoi Changbeer Lily's evil food temptations&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shall learn how to cook wonderful dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shall put up photos into the laptop and start loading them on the net (But then again I dont think my cousins would like to see their young unglam photos, right?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shall not drink (Thinking about the nasty hangover I had last week brrr)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me shall start saving up for all the books listed above, and for a backpack (Plain, dark blue Dickies. I'm almost saving up enough!) and clothes. And many many others. (Inclusive of any other stuff that comes up to my mind in the midst of the year)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5888462349749585808?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5888462349749585808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5888462349749585808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5888462349749585808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5888462349749585808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/12/flexi-resolution.html' title='Flexi-resolution'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SzwBldiR-cI/AAAAAAAACLo/JfveOiy6GPU/s72-c/luckyone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1762786436856862316</id><published>2009-12-15T11:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T12:42:57.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go get some laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SycPMHhje2I/AAAAAAAACJI/LCe2Pv_7Heg/s1600-h/sw2_poster_a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415313777788943202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SycPMHhje2I/AAAAAAAACJI/LCe2Pv_7Heg/s320/sw2_poster_a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went ahead to watch Storm Warriors despite the need for studying over the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Effects were breathtaking, very good work for that. But it's one noisy movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When a sword fight began, with sound effects so loud and piercing into your ear drums. It was immediately a big turn-off, I covered half of my ears throughout except when there's talking, which is like 1/8 of the whole show. Maybe this is why I find it so hard to concentrate and found other sources of entertainment. Like laughing at the ridiculous details.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Names had it going first. They sound really good in Chinese. But in English, nah. Lord Godless. Wow, I thought the translation was bad enough. Until pretty Charlene Choi appeared. And guess what. 第二梦 her name, &lt;em&gt;'Second Dream'&lt;/em&gt;. And that triggered it, I was controlling my laughter whenever her name appears in the subtitles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know they don't have David Gan at that time, or your friendly $10 QB House, but their hairdos were absolutely out of place, fizzy long damaged hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only exception was Aaron Kwok aka Cloud. He was the only one with shiny curly perm that dazzles on screen, and will you go Wow when he shows off his sword moves and his perm goes &lt;em&gt;Whish whish whish&lt;/em&gt;. His hairdo never goes out of place even after he gets slammed into a cave wall. Made me jealous and wonder what hair spray did he use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While half the cast in the movie had hair in their face, the other half had them bun up high on their heads reminding me of mushrooms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was this character Lord Wicked (another laugh out loud name) His hair was covering his face 90 percent I could not tell who he is, forgive him, as he had his arms chopped off when he could not forgive himself for losing control and killed too many farmers. Probably he couldn't see what happened at the end of the day, and appears at some scenes to speak profound Chinese that left me &lt;em&gt;Huh?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ekin Cheng aka Wind, turns to demonic powers to defeat Lord Godless. And could not control the devil in him. But the devil in him had his body turned so pale and bruised, into some beautiful colour that will have Edward Cullen nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They create unknown Chinese words and name it after whatever they like, it's not as if it sounds good, it doesn't. This probably had some Chinese teachers breaking out in cold sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only two female cast, and both are 'flower vases'. Only talk little and gets injured/die. But they are the reason why the men in the movie can have that energy spur even after they get slammed around for hundreds of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they run off to a tomb and have a tug-of-war with some bone (Very small for it to be from a dragon) Lord Godless demostrates how dangerous it is for us without a spine and teaches us never to wear something so heavy while engaging in a fight for your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended off with some cliff diving, breaking the rules of Mother Nature's gravitational force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, meaningless movie, adrupt ending. But I have to say, effects were good, the producers really know how to weigh their odds. Without the great effects and all the &lt;em&gt;Shing shing shing&lt;/em&gt; of swords that made the movie-goers(not me) so involved, this movie would have been a total total failure. Sticking to the comics will be doing justice to the writers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Storm riders when I was 7 was so much better. And, the two hunks looks less older. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1762786436856862316?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1762786436856862316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1762786436856862316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1762786436856862316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1762786436856862316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/12/go-get-some-laughs.html' title='Go get some laughs'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SycPMHhje2I/AAAAAAAACJI/LCe2Pv_7Heg/s72-c/sw2_poster_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-280053133176756840</id><published>2009-12-13T11:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:10:08.264+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn about anything that has to do with that-thing anymore. WHATEVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay merry and be even merrier now, there's be no worries for lines to be drawn because its never going to happen again. Can't wait for papers to end and meet Neh-neh for movie after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho, Christmas is nearing! I love you both v much, even though we're all quite unhappy now, it will only get better :):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-280053133176756840?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/280053133176756840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=280053133176756840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/280053133176756840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/280053133176756840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/12/yada-yada.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8709472620258249019</id><published>2009-12-02T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:00:00.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks on the house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SxZ_dWZg9cI/AAAAAAAACJA/TmDTbtv9nEg/s1600-h/starbucks-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410652144537761218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SxZ_dWZg9cI/AAAAAAAACJA/TmDTbtv9nEg/s400/starbucks-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's the time of the year again when Starbucks is giving away free tall drinks, in collaboration with The Salvation Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, 3 December 2009, 5-7pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go down to Starbucks to get your free coffee and make a donation as well! Make Christmas better for yourself and everyone around you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think which drink should I have, hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8709472620258249019?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8709472620258249019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8709472620258249019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8709472620258249019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8709472620258249019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/12/early-christmas-coffee.html' title='Starbucks on the house!'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SxZ_dWZg9cI/AAAAAAAACJA/TmDTbtv9nEg/s72-c/starbucks-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8274333419777895077</id><published>2009-11-24T21:13:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T21:50:09.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwvfU5FYGDI/AAAAAAAACIw/0eYo3ck6N4s/s1600/new-moon-poster-volturi-hq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407661327602161714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwvfU5FYGDI/AAAAAAAACIw/0eYo3ck6N4s/s400/new-moon-poster-volturi-hq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Moon is launching in Singapore soon. Am quite excited. But also a little nervous and afraid that the movie will disappoint me compared to the book. Because it always happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the girl on the New Moon poster up there. It's Jane from the Volturi. And it's Dakota Fanning in the role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really believe my eyes when I first saw the pictures or the trailer of the movie. She has grown so much! I first remember her as that little but intelligent girl in the movie "I Am Sam".&lt;br /&gt;The movie moved me to tears, and it is still now one of the best movies I've ever watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwvfC_-aEvI/AAAAAAAACIo/_GhheHiji2g/s1600/dakota_fanning10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407661020214334194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwvfC_-aEvI/AAAAAAAACIo/_GhheHiji2g/s320/dakota_fanning10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Swve7-gUm_I/AAAAAAAACIg/DYADAj9PWKM/s1600/dakota-fanning-2001-i-am-sam-300x400dr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407660899560627186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Swve7-gUm_I/AAAAAAAACIg/DYADAj9PWKM/s320/dakota-fanning-2001-i-am-sam-300x400dr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is really adorable and melts the viewers' hearts. Enjoyed the performance that she delievered in other movies like Charlotte's Web, and Dreamer, and Uptown girls, Cat in the hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Especially loved the spoiled, clever-know-it-all she was, in Uptown girls. How she would desanitize every single thing before she touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, look at how much she has grown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwvdH-KG1gI/AAAAAAAACH4/_RwbEclitlE/s1600/dakotafanning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407658906602624514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwvdH-KG1gI/AAAAAAAACH4/_RwbEclitlE/s400/dakotafanning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I am glad that she kept her good-girl image. Full of potential, her acting skills are improving movie by movie. I hope that she continues to keep things low profile and not screw up like some other child stars did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me like DF. Would want to watch her other movies Hound Dog and horror movie, Hide and Seek.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8274333419777895077?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8274333419777895077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8274333419777895077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8274333419777895077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8274333419777895077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/11/df.html' title='DF'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwvfU5FYGDI/AAAAAAAACIw/0eYo3ck6N4s/s72-c/new-moon-poster-volturi-hq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6474335805196064097</id><published>2009-11-21T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:07:10.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast hmm</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning. Just had cereal with cold milk. Hello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6474335805196064097?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6474335805196064097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6474335805196064097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6474335805196064097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6474335805196064097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/11/breakfast-hmm.html' title='Breakfast hmm'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-9187797820262647610</id><published>2009-11-17T20:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T20:41:03.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it a try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwKXSPZVw8I/AAAAAAAACHw/jCkJpi0eX2k/s1600/2012-movie-new-poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405048842424271810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwKXSPZVw8I/AAAAAAAACHw/jCkJpi0eX2k/s400/2012-movie-new-poster-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just caught 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was not a totally bad movie. Though it had some scenes which is totally not logical and had me laughing to myself. It was good because the graphics were so well done. It was good because the movie had you feeling like you are running with it. There were moments that I was clasping my mouth gasping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cried more in this movie than compared to Sister's Keepers. It shows the true colours of people and difficult decisions that had to be made during crisis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Few actors were quite cute too) So give it a shot, and watch it. Enjoy the awesome breathtaking scenes. It's the few of the must-watch this year anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, funny thing is, after watching 2012, I felt that Doomsday isn't going to happen after all. Though I was thinking that it may and might happen in the first place, before I watched it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-9187797820262647610?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/9187797820262647610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=9187797820262647610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/9187797820262647610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/9187797820262647610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/11/give-it-try.html' title='Give it a try'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SwKXSPZVw8I/AAAAAAAACHw/jCkJpi0eX2k/s72-c/2012-movie-new-poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4229492314296720171</id><published>2009-11-10T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:42:21.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling super unlucky/arghhh</title><content type='html'>What is wrong with me today?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K. must have pre-warning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pre-warning: This is going to be a me-me-me post with me-me-me ranting. Leave this page to avoid angst-boredom contagion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up from 1am and it marked the start of my relay to the loo. Woke up for the sixth time finding sun shining brightly, 8.10 (Late!) And found phone lying dead beside pillow, battery zonked out overnight. (It was two bars!) Zoomed off to the toilet. Stomach still very unkind to me. Skipped class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met mom in town didn’t get anything. Moody shopping. Orchard Central was quite a very-not-nice place. Small and confusing and tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge headache otw home. Listened out to best friends on the phone, talking men. (Why can’t they be more sensitive?!) Thought the night was going to be better after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened fridge for milk. Split all over fridge rack because didn’t tighten milk cap properly. Had to clean up the veg container as well because milk dripped down into it. (Argh!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was going to bed then Soon Xiang kindly texted me, “How do you do Assignment 2 for RE”. &lt;em&gt;What assignment 2 what?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End up in kitchen with Root beer and potato chips for dinner (Comfort food for the messed-up day) Very not good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4229492314296720171?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4229492314296720171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4229492314296720171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4229492314296720171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4229492314296720171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/11/feeling-super-unluckyarghhh.html' title='Feeling super unlucky/arghhh'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-979894324900715436</id><published>2009-11-02T17:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:59:32.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your secret ambition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Su63VpIAF5I/AAAAAAAACHY/n1yZYkcVoAY/s1600-h/cooking_pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399454585708353426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Su63VpIAF5I/AAAAAAAACHY/n1yZYkcVoAY/s400/cooking_pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When someone asks, what is your dream? What do you aspire to be? What do you want to do when you grow up? What is your ambition?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you answer them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must have thought of being a life-saver when you were young. Policeman, fire fighter, paramedic, nurse. So strongly influenced by the television shows potraying these people as oh-so-wonderful, and made us spend time googling in our daydreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking and asking myself what do I really want to do. It was not singing (though I like singing but never will I want to do that as a job), and surprisingly, it was not photography as well. One thing that doesnt make me fed-up, and helps to clear my mind, it's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399454959116320178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Su63rYLZfbI/AAAAAAAACHo/og1cr_7AXS8/s400/little_chef440.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know since when did I like slogging out in the kitchen and wake up early just to watch cooking shows. I grew to love staying in the kitchen with all the ingredients and spices, experimenting and coming up with my own recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399454851986566242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Su63lJFrLGI/AAAAAAAACHg/nWsFdQrniGs/s400/coulbynewman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pastry chef Martin Towse, looking at the pastries he makes simply makes my mouth drool. Each piece of sweet treat is done with hard work and passion. &lt;p&gt;It pays off when someone enjoys your cooking, even the simplest dish. When you see that person's face light up when eating the food you cooked, it is the best reward.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like hot dishes, hot soupy heart-warming dishes. Oh I love Chinese food. Cannot live without it. the more I type the hungier I get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O.K. Dinner!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-979894324900715436?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/979894324900715436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=979894324900715436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/979894324900715436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/979894324900715436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-your-secret-ambition.html' title='What&apos;s your secret ambition?'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Su63VpIAF5I/AAAAAAAACHY/n1yZYkcVoAY/s72-c/cooking_pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1887583719340916125</id><published>2009-10-27T22:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T15:02:25.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EWF</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Su0yCtDF0wI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7euZ9CyTskQ/s1600-h/Main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399026550320780034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Su0yCtDF0wI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7euZ9CyTskQ/s400/Main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday. Joy brought us on food hunt again, this time to this awesome cafe, I gave it plus plus points when I stepped into the place already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything With Fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's tucked into the lanes of Joo Chiat. (Opp famous durian puffs and perpendicular to lovely Glory) The white chairs white-washed walls makes you feel like you've walked into another place. I can imagine some people would be saying this place looks like a hospital ward/corridor. But the whole design of the cafe makes me giggle with delight. It is quaint, romantic and hums freedom into your sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam's One Egg Soup was something new and interesting. Chicken broth together with a single egg yolk, and fluffy egg white on top. Delicious and will not get sick of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I order the lamb burger (S$9.90) It comes with fries and choice of coleslaw or baby casear. And for the fries there were different flavours to choose from - Original, sour cream, salt and vinegar, curry, garlic. And different cuts - shoestring or straight cut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lamb patty comes with a dollop of cottage cheese and herb tomato puree. It was a good combination that made Joy ooooh-ed. The meat was a little dry but taste was good. Salad was so-so, not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this is the highlight. Nutella Tart. It is one of the best desserts I've eaten yet. It's not too sweet and it has this awesome Oreo crust. Awesome. Thier desserts are unique to their cafe only!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to bring Ang and Neh-neh there one day for sure. And then, I'm going to try their salmon and pear tart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1887583719340916125?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1887583719340916125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1887583719340916125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1887583719340916125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1887583719340916125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/ewf.html' title='EWF'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Su0yCtDF0wI/AAAAAAAACHQ/7euZ9CyTskQ/s72-c/Main.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-583712838237530630</id><published>2009-10-26T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:25:02.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our precious gem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SuWgMQegbXI/AAAAAAAACHI/fABGdRfARms/s1600-h/IMG_6887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396895860915203442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SuWgMQegbXI/AAAAAAAACHI/fABGdRfARms/s400/IMG_6887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hello little guy, I miss you. Very much still.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-583712838237530630?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/583712838237530630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=583712838237530630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/583712838237530630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/583712838237530630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-precious-gem.html' title='Our precious gem'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SuWgMQegbXI/AAAAAAAACHI/fABGdRfARms/s72-c/IMG_6887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-77254575902468982</id><published>2009-10-24T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:17:50.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to bury myself</title><content type='html'>I don't feel like bringing this further. I just want it to stay the way it is now, nothing more. Just this way will be so much better, there will be no frustrations no future heartbreaks. No reasons or explanations needed to give to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm even confused with myself what is going on in my mind. It is not his fault that he is similar in so many ways. It's just unfair to him that I'm judging things this way. But it is unfair to me also, I feel as if im facing the whole vicious cycle again. I'm afraid to start this all over again I'm tired of going through the same thing. But sometimes I feel differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are they so alike in so many ways? I feel sorry that I'm making him pay for a crime or mistake that was not his. Sometimes I know I have to put an end to this, sometimes I think that no, they are totally two different persons. I just keep contradicting myself with the reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole post doesn't make sense at all. I just want to get this off my mind for now. Arghhh. Someone just wack me in my head real hard please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-77254575902468982?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/77254575902468982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=77254575902468982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/77254575902468982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/77254575902468982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-to-bury-myself.html' title='I want to bury myself'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8213702206256611225</id><published>2009-10-17T13:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:49:30.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我想说</title><content type='html'>我回家了,  回来新加坡的感觉很好。可是我還是很想念武汉的人情事物。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8213702206256611225?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8213702206256611225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8213702206256611225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8213702206256611225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8213702206256611225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='我想说'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4278225435504968263</id><published>2009-10-10T01:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T01:10:38.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO EVERYONE I LIKE TO TYPE IN CAPS NOW</title><content type='html'>DON'T KNOW HAPPY ABOUT GOING HOME OR SAD ABOUT GOING BACK TO SOME THINGS I WANT TO AVOID&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW WHY AM I FEELING SO HYPED UP NOW FOR NO REASON&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNW WHY I FEEL LIKE SINGING AND DANCING WHEN I HEAR MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;DON'T KNOW WHY I KEEP LAUGHING PICTURING EDYULYANTO AS A PREFECT, ITS DAMN HILARIOUS I SWEAR HAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;DONT KNOW WHY I LIKE BEING LIKE THIS -SIAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONT KNOW WHY I KEEP THINKING ABOUT SNX OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND NOT DARE SAY ANYTHING TO ANYONE BECAUSE IM AFRAID I WOULD CRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS SNX&lt;br /&gt;I AM AN AH HUAY TODAY, FOR TONIGHT. AH HUAY IS AH LIAN'S JIE MUI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4278225435504968263?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4278225435504968263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4278225435504968263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4278225435504968263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4278225435504968263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/hello-everyone-i-like-to-type-in-caps.html' title='HELLO EVERYONE I LIKE TO TYPE IN CAPS NOW'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1901524996647792865</id><published>2009-10-06T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T23:13:26.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We wake up we dress up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SstdEho8cvI/AAAAAAAACG4/ipeXzERLbtc/s1600-h/P1050913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389503711409894130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SstdEho8cvI/AAAAAAAACG4/ipeXzERLbtc/s320/P1050913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is the beginning of FREE AND EASY WEEK. We are going bonkers with our time to chill and shop and explore new places, just that our feet will sore and ache at the end of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to watch Stephen Chow movies, Wuhan City is having his movie marathon. I'm one happy girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1901524996647792865?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1901524996647792865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1901524996647792865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1901524996647792865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1901524996647792865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-wake-up-we-dress-up.html' title='We wake up we dress up'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SstdEho8cvI/AAAAAAAACG4/ipeXzERLbtc/s72-c/P1050913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-7863217096386089807</id><published>2009-10-02T16:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:54:13.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter home</title><content type='html'>I've been email-ing my aunts. And now I'm going to watch Pushing Daisies, lazy to type another post to keep my audiences. But I'm not leaving nothing here either, read my mail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello Ahyi(s)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was PRC's national day. We took a ferry to another town of Wuhan City, Han Kou, and walked around their most luxurious area. There were a lot of shops but I didn't buy anything. Either everything was branded or more suitable for working adults. We brought out a lot of money but there was nothing for us to buy. So we took the ferry back early evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets got over crowded when it was evening time, everyone came to the habour area to look at fireworks. We walked into the famous night market, and still, there was nothing much for us to buy. It was quite disappointing. I walked until my feet were so 'suan'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were so many people, SO MANY. Everyone squeezed shove here and there. But we stuck together, seven of us. It was quite fun joining the locals in the atmosphere of celebration, but getting home was a chore. We were at the bus stop waiting for the next bus over and over again when we couldn't get on the first. Though we were right in front, many of them shove their way through and got onto the bus first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sardine-packed buses passed, we decided to take 'black cab'. So we offered the driver 60RMB to take us back to the hostel in school. The bus journey would take about 1 hour without jam, and with the jam situation yesterday it will take even longer. It was quite exciting doing something illegal like that. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright though it is a little difficult coping with so many bad news at one time. I guess this is all part and parcel of life. But I feel that things this year are happening to me prematurely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything is fine back home, mooncake festival is this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few days ago, all of us bought mooncakes from the bakery here thinking that it will be good because China is like the birthplace for mooncakes. But they are quite awful actually. Many different flavours, weird flavours (Beef mooncake?) We bought mini ones and tried and didn't intend to get any more. I do miss mooncakes back in Singapore! The most original Raffles Hotel mooncake with that lovely box. But please don't leave any for me, I won't be able to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with about 10 more days here! Ahhh time passes so fast. I wish I can stay here longer sometimes, but I do miss certain things back at home like all of you. It's just that the people and life here are so simple. Everyone is contented with what they have, happily living everyday. It makes me envy them alot in that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Enen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-7863217096386089807?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7863217096386089807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=7863217096386089807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7863217096386089807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7863217096386089807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/10/letter-home.html' title='A letter home'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1814392008658280202</id><published>2009-09-29T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:53:33.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken over, replaced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SsIOIH3DUhI/AAAAAAAACGw/6aWZ9BgL6n4/s1600-h/godspeed-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386883637000229394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SsIOIH3DUhI/AAAAAAAACGw/6aWZ9BgL6n4/s320/godspeed-baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Source : Nataliedee.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was searching for a cartoon rabbit picture on google, and stopped at the second page. Why do all cartoon rabbits look so goofy? It's so different from real rabbits, especially Shen Nong Xi. He doesn't look that way at all. I almost thought it was an insult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stop liking cheeky-looking rabbits, and begin to dislike Bugs Bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up to the wrong song playing in my mind in the morning. The funniest thing was I didn't know what I was crying about. And people usually sit on a sofa hugging their knees when they sob, not much people cry while having a toothbrush in their mouth. I laughed silently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I was going bonkers. So I went to test out the answers to why my tears flow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found out, I've made it.&lt;br /&gt;S no longer pulls at my heart strings. I saw new pictures on the net many with two of them together, that's when I realised I've made it. I stared at those pictures without that urge to cry, I could repeat him name in my mind a hundred times not feeling that rip in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went on to continue to find the source of my tears. It was easy.&lt;br /&gt;Shen Nong Xi's pictures in my computer made my stomach sink to bottomless pit. I still miss him as much. I miss waking up in the morning rushing to brush my teeth and go take a look at what he's up to in the living room. I miss how he will warm my hands. I miss seeing him hop on the comforter exploring the room, I cannot sit there without thinking about him. How I wished he was here to see me have my lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S, he's been taken over. Replaced. I've made it.&lt;br /&gt;It's either our relationship that was going three years was not worth reminiscing because of his betrayal, or my bond with SNX was strong even though it's only a week. I think I've made it, finally. But why was it at the expense of my rabbit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1814392008658280202?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1814392008658280202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1814392008658280202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1814392008658280202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1814392008658280202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/taken-over-replaced.html' title='Taken over, replaced'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SsIOIH3DUhI/AAAAAAAACGw/6aWZ9BgL6n4/s72-c/godspeed-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4271807407542974706</id><published>2009-09-28T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:10:38.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instincts</title><content type='html'>I don’t know what instinct this is. But you just get that sudden pang of reality that something must be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I sat at Houcaller Steakhouse for lunch last Saturday afternoon, there was something that told me he’s not there anymore. So I had to ask, minutes later indeed, I was right. Like how the girls walked into class this morning. That look on Sarah’s face, there was something amiss. When Doreen plopped her head on the table, it was confirmation. I couldn’t keep it in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard yesterday, stop myself from staring at that empty drawer space he used to run in. Not think about it, not talk about it. Just pretended that nothing happened, I thought I did so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt weird in the morning; there was nothing to warm my cold hands when I walked out to the living room. It felt weird when I sat on the comforter placed on the floor without anything to look at. But I kept it all in; I thought I did so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, that triggered it. It all came pouring out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ifs what ifs what if I keep asking myself. What if.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4271807407542974706?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4271807407542974706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4271807407542974706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4271807407542974706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4271807407542974706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/instincts.html' title='Instincts'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6992134299537342991</id><published>2009-09-26T23:20:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:01:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's only been less than a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sr4xdG6ks8I/AAAAAAAACGo/g45zt72CEDI/s1600-h/IMG_6918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385796580523946946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sr4xdG6ks8I/AAAAAAAACGo/g45zt72CEDI/s400/IMG_6918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear all, Shen Nong Xi is gone. It breaks my heart to say everything all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It twists my stomach into a thousand knots. Early this morning he was rushed to me. He laid inside his cage, this time sideways flat, not moving much. I began to panic when I saw him in the plight, it was cruel. Initially I didn't bear to look at him. Then I took him out and held him in my palm, he didn't move except for stretching a little. He didn't move when I attempted to place him on the ground. He was still breathing. His heartbeat was very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began crying there and then. There is no words at all, to describe how awful I felt. It's so tough to keep all the worries inside I couldn't take it and called Edy and cried like a kid on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so afraid that it would stop breathing in my hands, I was so afraid that he would just go like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't know exactly where he is now, I know my friends are doing me a favour. No one told me straight he was gone, actions show. I had that feeling that instinct that speaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam, you have been strong and so supportive today. You won't cry in front of me because you know I follow suit. But I failed again and again unable to control my tears, you didn't cry either. We tried to make each other better not talking about it. But there are so many things I want to say, I'm afraid I would start a flood again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends were kind doing all the extra work of taking care of him to save me from more heartache. Honestly, I didn't want to see Shen Nong Xi either. I don't want to see him lifeless. I want to remember him as the little happy rabbit who pissed on my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know how heartbreaking it feels to hold in your hands the last bit of life. Now I know how it feels when you're helpless and can only cry. Now I know how it feels why some people reject seeing them after they've passed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know how it feels, so so awful when you really lose someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6992134299537342991?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6992134299537342991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6992134299537342991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6992134299537342991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6992134299537342991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-only-been-less-than-week.html' title='It&apos;s only been less than a week'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sr4xdG6ks8I/AAAAAAAACGo/g45zt72CEDI/s72-c/IMG_6918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8030977667193676475</id><published>2009-09-25T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:17:42.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy sliming mirrors</title><content type='html'>How can it be possible when you think that you didn't gain weight but when you look into the mirror, and then you see the photos taken of you like you had fishballs in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had lost some when I stepped onto the weighing machine in the spa! But my pictures tells me a different story. Pam screamed at her screen when she saw her ownself. She rushed to the toilet and looked at her reflection for a long time. And after that we just sat there and whine, Shen Nong Xi didn't bother about us and continue pooping and eating his cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes our Bouncy SNX fell from a height today, the table. I was so frightened but he still hopped around after that. Deserves a scolding, but Pam still fed him apples. He's getting to daring, jumping from the drawer running all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to step on the weighing machine again, must must must. I don't mind gaining some weight which I will lose later. Anywhere esle but not on my face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNX is behaving a little weird now, he doesn't want to move around. Pam is damn worried and say something must be wrong about him. Which makes me in return worried too. I think he's just being lazy. Lying there like a little prince with his ears up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuhan Zoo tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8030977667193676475?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8030977667193676475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8030977667193676475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8030977667193676475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8030977667193676475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/buy-sliming-mirrors.html' title='Buy sliming mirrors'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4366725039941187664</id><published>2009-09-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T01:03:02.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shen Nong Xi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SruatamrH_I/AAAAAAAACGg/7PCsHLwjW7I/s1600-h/IMG_6908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385067884477882354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SruatamrH_I/AAAAAAAACGg/7PCsHLwjW7I/s400/IMG_6908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This little furry thing was being sold on the night street market. Trapped and squeezed into one small cage with another rabbits, it touched our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, named after the beautiful stream at the Yangtze River, he became our companion. He pisses god damn often, has faceces like little tadpoles swimming in the pee. Licks pear juice off my hands. And it's just adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4366725039941187664?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4366725039941187664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4366725039941187664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4366725039941187664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4366725039941187664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/shen-nong-xi.html' title='Shen Nong Xi'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SruatamrH_I/AAAAAAAACGg/7PCsHLwjW7I/s72-c/IMG_6908.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1641828987649261708</id><published>2009-09-22T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T21:57:34.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I fell in love today</title><content type='html'>He is adorable and he has sweetness that hit the skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pays me attention and looks at me whenever I talk to him. He knows how to make me happy even though he doesn’t express much. He expresses more with actions than words. He likes to come by my side and cosy up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is quiet but warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he stares at me blankly I like to do funny faces to him. When I'm out I miss him so dearly, can't wait to return home to talk to him. He sits by my side and watched tv with me. He put a big smile on my face today when he fell asleep lying on my legs. I could stare at him always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1641828987649261708?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1641828987649261708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1641828987649261708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1641828987649261708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1641828987649261708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-fell-in-love-today.html' title='I fell in love today'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-2890187879086131675</id><published>2009-09-21T13:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:42:32.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't no mountain high enough</title><content type='html'>You have to climb the Wudang Mountain at least once in your life time. You will be able to see your endurance, you will see where your determination can bring you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I mean climb, I meant it, climb. Not take the cable car or ask the sedan man to carry you up the steps. Take the stairs from the bottom of the mountain, and CLIMB. Step by step, and, you will see what stairs can actually do. I climbed up and up and up the never ending stairs, every step with pain and ache. When your mind wants to bring you up further, your legs fail you. When you want to start walking to warm your body, your breath fails you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began as a group climbing and talking. It got quieter as the stairs got steeper. Then slowly we split up. The weather was so cold, we begun with three layers and a scarf. And as we climbed, we took them off one by one. So at half way up, I was only wearing one layer. I didn't know if I was feeling warm or cold. I was sweating and the cold rain was splattering on my face. The wind was making my bones chill. Temperature was below 15 degree Celsius when climbing, and below 10 degree Celsius when we reached the top cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At many many points, I wanted to give up so much. I wanted to ask the man who was sitting by the path, eating grapes, for his sedan service. But then I saw Ash in front of me. Ash was fasting and didn't have breakfast, he couldn't drink water either. I saw that he can do it, and was even in front of me, so that made me more determined. There were many many exotic flowers and insects along the way, daddy long legs spiders that were climbing the stairs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally came in fifth, second girl following Wan. Made it up 4.3km of stairs in less than 2hours, enduring the wind and rain. It was really tough and tiring but I was happy that I didn't give up half way. And even happier that I had climbed and experience what it feels to be above clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-2890187879086131675?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2890187879086131675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=2890187879086131675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2890187879086131675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2890187879086131675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/aint-no-mountain-high-enough.html' title='Ain&apos;t no mountain high enough'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-733201592617766628</id><published>2009-09-14T18:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:52:37.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What an experience!</title><content type='html'>Dear all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy bobs is feeling a little lazy and tired recently. So she shall leave you the links here to click on for photos and her experience, instead of repeating it all over again here. Pictures speaks a thousand words, you know. &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2025956&amp;amp;id=1026024611&amp;amp;saved#/album.php?aid=2025956&amp;amp;id=1026024611&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;What a cruise to Three Gorges Dam!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://happybobs.livejournal.com/"&gt;Pineapple Helicopter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is happy that she took some photos that she really like, and hope that everyone here will appreciate and enjoy them as much as she does. Please do not copy and save whenever you like, she would liked to be credited for her work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes the weekend tours, which always have good and bad sides for her to reflect on. And she misses shopping, there is too many things here to buy. She's beginning to like this place even more and knows she's going to miss it terribly when it's time for her to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards, Happy bobs's brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-733201592617766628?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/733201592617766628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=733201592617766628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/733201592617766628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/733201592617766628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-experience.html' title='What an experience!'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5750523638608603683</id><published>2009-09-10T23:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:15:13.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shop till you drop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sqkn5U17bnI/AAAAAAAACGY/SPu6t2vNwb8/s1600-h/10624_147028114812_640094812_3495099_4484847_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379875095671697010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sqkn5U17bnI/AAAAAAAACGY/SPu6t2vNwb8/s400/10624_147028114812_640094812_3495099_4484847_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Our never ending shopping trips)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a total estimate of 475RMB on the first week. (About S$100) Must control. I still saw many eye-candy items I want to get my hands on. Next week next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going on the 3D2N cruise to Three Gorges Dam tomorrow! I hope it's going to be damn exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather's getting cool, so I think it might be freezing on the cruise! And I hope there's enough space for me to stuff Capp into my bag and bring him along to see the scenery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5750523638608603683?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5750523638608603683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5750523638608603683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5750523638608603683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5750523638608603683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/shop-till-you-drop.html' title='Shop till you drop'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sqkn5U17bnI/AAAAAAAACGY/SPu6t2vNwb8/s72-c/10624_147028114812_640094812_3495099_4484847_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-262930511906729366</id><published>2009-09-08T23:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:04:15.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We love the sun and the wind put together</title><content type='html'>The weather was damn damn damn hot on Sunday, like some huge suana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today when we stepped out of the house at 12, it was blowing cold wind. So we headed back to get scarfs. I'm so glad that I've bought it along. The weather only got colder. 18 Degrees Celsius. The wind was stronggg. Luckily we were in the mall for most of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379125229536273490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SqZ95XzZ5FI/AAAAAAAACGQ/JdeMYJLfsKI/s400/10624_145823314812_640094812_3475756_151967_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Sorry this photo was about 5 days ago, not today. But the bags in this shop are so lovely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought a pair of flats today! And some little things for my lovely babes. There's so many things but the problem was whether they will like and use them! Please tell me if you want anything ok. Tote bags, pirated DVDs (like the ones I mentioned in my emails) I keep seeing shops that are so-me when I go in to buy things for you girls! Instead I feel like buying the shop down for myself. Go see pictures in FB, should be loaded up by tmr or the day after, and have a rough idea of what the shop is like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't meet E halfway eventually. Got the timing wrong and all mixed up. And tried starbucks here, the carrot cake look very good, shall try it some other day. We went to some steakhouse for dinner (I can't remember the name) and I tried pork chop, it's not bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went groceries shopping and got sausages, pasta, and tomato puree. Tang is making dinner for all of us tomorrow night! Italiano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-262930511906729366?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/262930511906729366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=262930511906729366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/262930511906729366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/262930511906729366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-love-sun-and-wind-put-together.html' title='We love the sun and the wind put together'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SqZ95XzZ5FI/AAAAAAAACGQ/JdeMYJLfsKI/s72-c/10624_145823314812_640094812_3475756_151967_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-3074563506492228798</id><published>2009-09-07T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:10:30.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We do not like hot Sundays, but loved Wuhan city tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SqTa53R4l-I/AAAAAAAACGI/h2zUouDQbGo/s1600-h/IMG_6099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378664542613575650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SqTa53R4l-I/AAAAAAAACGI/h2zUouDQbGo/s400/IMG_6099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photos for the weekend are up on FB! Go see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lessons tomorrow and the day after will only take up a few hours, after that is shopping! And I've created another page for assignment journal for these six weeks. Go check it out too! &lt;a href="http://happybobs.livejournal.com/"&gt;Pineapple helicopter&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to the Uni's track to run before dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-3074563506492228798?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3074563506492228798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=3074563506492228798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/3074563506492228798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/3074563506492228798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-do-not-like-hot-sundays-but-loved.html' title='We do not like hot Sundays, but loved Wuhan city tour'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SqTa53R4l-I/AAAAAAAACGI/h2zUouDQbGo/s72-c/IMG_6099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-7571847940578946552</id><published>2009-09-05T22:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:33:17.889+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The W.C.</title><content type='html'>We've got a toilet problem in the building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tang's apartment is the worst of all, his basin tap isn't working, his bedroom light is out, his kitchen floor is very dirty, and worst of all his toilet cannot flush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, he climbs up four levels to drop his daily bomb at our toilet. And Tim comes here too. Subsequently, everyone starts to come up here. We should open a toilet booth here Pam. With a signboard which says "Bring your toilet roll. Flush everything down, do not leave your toxins behind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took public bus today! It was such an experience, the good and the bad, but I was really glad that I had taken the bus. People squeeze people push people eat people spit. I cringe whenever I hear the pre-spit sound those uncles make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take the underpass everyday to cross opposite to the night street to get awesome food. Though very oily and salty they are good. There's this egg and ham pancake which is neither oily nor salty, and it's delicious! My favourite so far, best best best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-7571847940578946552?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7571847940578946552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=7571847940578946552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7571847940578946552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7571847940578946552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/wc.html' title='The W.C.'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4135637640950564916</id><published>2009-09-04T17:41:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:08:30.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here in Wuhan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SqDh16MMfYI/AAAAAAAACGA/5z4kx-FA960/s1600-h/Wuhan%2520night%2520view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377546271350095234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SqDh16MMfYI/AAAAAAAACGA/5z4kx-FA960/s400/Wuhan%2520night%2520view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HELLO EVERYONE! I'M HERE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flight was delayed, and we arrived two hours later than schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, when we were on the bus journey from the airport to hostel (about 1 hour) the night view of Wuhan City is wow. Because the road and cars lights here are dim, not much of street lights too, so the facade lights of shopping malls and attractions were brightening up the city with colourful lights. The most breathtaking was the reflected scenery on the lake at night. It was pretty, like diamonds sparkling on the dark waters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shopping malls are HUGE, like twice the size of Vivocity. And, good thing is I've found shops very good bargains, very good bargains. Everything that I saw in Sing, they have it here. I have already bought a tote bag which I fell in love at first sight when I saw it in Sing, but was selling for S$35, I got it for S$10 here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Food here is oily and salty, they sell noodles for $2RMB and portion is twice the amount of the bar chor mee you get at your kopitiam. Macdonalds here, oh my I cannot wait to try. The Mcpork! Edy tried it and said it was gooood, and the mango pie too, and and the bluberry sundae. We missed each other at the mall yesterday night, didn't know that we were actually under the same roof. I had Ajisen ramen for dinner last night, very good. I think Angty will really like this place alot because they have very good soup base. And again, it was 1/3 the price of what they have in Sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam is always very fast is uploading pictures, reminds me very much of Angty. So, click &lt;a href="http://www.sweet-liberations.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see all the photos and also read on how we are doing here! I will still update, but depending on my load of other work (includes housework, eating, and of course, shopping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4135637640950564916?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4135637640950564916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4135637640950564916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4135637640950564916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4135637640950564916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-here-in-wuhan.html' title='I&apos;m here in Wuhan!'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SqDh16MMfYI/AAAAAAAACGA/5z4kx-FA960/s72-c/Wuhan%2520night%2520view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4985019634553476140</id><published>2009-09-01T10:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:48:00.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Les amis dure pour toujours</title><content type='html'>You know how this whole thing puzzles me? I have no idea where is the situation heading to, and know that I shouldn't care less because I'm making my way to the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But part of me wants to keep it, not wishing that it will want to keep me as well, but just to have that lesson with me. Until now, I can't figure out what have I actually learnt. When I came across this, I felt it related to me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never kiss a friend. If you have deeper feelings, never reveal them. You will lose that friend forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is just another regret. It's a pity that we've started out as friends, became best friends, went into something deeper. And now we've end up with nothing. It was a big mistake to even get started three years ago, we should have just stayed the way we were. It was that feeling of guilt and people's opinion that got to this today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made the last phone call almost two months ago, I've wrote and sent the last letter almost two months ago. I've done enough to make the first move to be friends but there's was no return. It seems like S preferred for it to be this way, I see no reason why I should force it upon ourselves either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy the way I am now, but it would've been better if we're still on good terms, not the oh-my-god-should-I-say-hi-if-I-see-him, or will-he-run-off-if-he-sees-me kind of situation. It bothers me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4985019634553476140?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4985019634553476140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4985019634553476140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4985019634553476140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4985019634553476140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/09/les-amis-dure-pour-toujours.html' title='Les amis dure pour toujours'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-3771894507510954683</id><published>2009-08-31T21:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:49:17.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scandal Makers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpvS84RqpfI/AAAAAAAACF4/gwoNsYIBhqs/s1600-h/2009012361010_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376122523537286642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpvS84RqpfI/AAAAAAAACF4/gwoNsYIBhqs/s400/2009012361010_0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been some time since I've watched anything I really enjoy, I never squeeled or laughed at the big screen for so such a long time. This is one show that you have to catch, either in the theatres or on DVD, you just cannot miss it. Until now I still cannot get over the quirky-ness of this movie. The ending and climax is predictable though. But the cute-ness and wonderful acting made it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Korean classic comedy. Go watch it and have a good time laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpvR7piGxgI/AAAAAAAACFw/_Ew8NTGIr18/s1600-h/2009012361010_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-3771894507510954683?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3771894507510954683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=3771894507510954683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/3771894507510954683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/3771894507510954683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/scandal-makers.html' title='Scandal Makers'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpvS84RqpfI/AAAAAAAACF4/gwoNsYIBhqs/s72-c/2009012361010_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1198548132457141245</id><published>2009-08-30T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T23:30:16.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's somerthing wrong with Esther</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpqX2Q9B8zI/AAAAAAAACFo/wy8jEUNEzGY/s1600-h/Orphan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375776063739786034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpqX2Q9B8zI/AAAAAAAACFo/wy8jEUNEzGY/s400/Orphan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The movie was great. Esther is an adopted orphan who is ever so polite, well-mannered. She impresses everyone she meets, such a lovely girl. But she freaks out and screams to burst your eardrums whenever someone attempts to remove her collar ribbon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could have been more engrossed in the show if not for fighting the urge to go to the loo. The show was so captivating that my whispers were not heard. Stupid Ulyanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1198548132457141245?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1198548132457141245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1198548132457141245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1198548132457141245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1198548132457141245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/theres-somerthing-wrong-with-esther.html' title='There&apos;s somerthing wrong with Esther'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpqX2Q9B8zI/AAAAAAAACFo/wy8jEUNEzGY/s72-c/Orphan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4385396410940635473</id><published>2009-08-27T22:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T23:36:19.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time</title><content type='html'>It's O-V-E-R O-V-E-R O-V-E-R. I was keeping all the joy and urge to scream for the whole evening. Have to be considerate and watch my mouth because my two best friends are still in the midst of exams. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with Shona, Ang and Mike. We went to Pasta Inc just behind Ang's house. And am I glad it is situated so near her place, so convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpakIHyBMeI/AAAAAAAACFg/oAYThdNAyt0/s1600-h/t2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpakIHyBMeI/AAAAAAAACFg/oAYThdNAyt0/s400/t2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374663664748016098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a small place to be called a restaurant, seats are very limited, and that's why I didn't opt for this place for dinner with the clique. They were playing classic old Italian music. Quiet, peaceful, you don't even feel like you're in Jalan Besar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordered Spaghetti Pescatore Al Nero Di Seppia (Squid ink pasta) $16.90, after reading the reviews and decided to be adventurous also. It was my first time trying a squid ink pasta and please, do not judge the book by it's cover. The plate of everything black did not look very appetizing in the beginning. The first bite was indescribable. It was just wonderful! They really have some good squid ink sauce and the spaghetti was chewy tangy, perfect. Shona's angel hair crayfish pasta was good too, it's like all the tomato-based flavour was absorbed in. It was good even eating the noodles on it's own. Pasta was sooo good, I can have another serving! (You have to be careful while eating the squid ink pasta, three of us had greyish-pirate-lips while talking and eating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasta Inc. is a gem admist Jalan Besar with the great local food around. It is a good place to go back to and their pastas are surely worth the price. It tasted like it could be much more expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous dinner, fabulous. Is this how real italian food tastes like? Instead of the plain unappetizing ones at other pasta places? Then I want to go to Italy please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buona  notte!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4385396410940635473?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4385396410940635473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4385396410940635473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4385396410940635473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4385396410940635473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-first-time.html' title='For the first time'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpakIHyBMeI/AAAAAAAACFg/oAYThdNAyt0/s72-c/t2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1674256124917656706</id><published>2009-08-26T11:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T11:44:13.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissors paper stone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpSmKiO_xCI/AAAAAAAACFY/rTLqYo3ubuw/s1600-h/ikea_2010_catalogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374102955278451746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpSmKiO_xCI/AAAAAAAACFY/rTLqYo3ubuw/s400/ikea_2010_catalogue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always like to read Ikea catalogue even though I'm not buying an furniture, I just enjoy seeing how everything is so pretty in there. And then imagine about how my future house would be like, or rather, how I want it to be. This is every young woman's day dream isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm almost done with exams! Almost! Tomorrow will be the last paper and I'll have some more time before I take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)After paper tomorrow, going to have Pasta Inc. with Tingtong and Neh-neh. (Another thing from the to-do list, done)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were there yesterday, but it was closed! Swee Choon was too! But we discovered a place seeling good Yong Tau Foo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) I finally got to see Neh neh after such a long time, I've missed her so much. I miss both of them already, please let tomorrow come faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I was deciding to buy a camera bag for the trip, and Weiyang asked me to save money for the trip and suggested that I borrowed his. I was so happy that he agreed to lend it, he's been so kind and helpful to Pam and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) I'm excited about dinner with the clique, I haven't seen everyone sat down at a table having dinner together for a long time (I missed Meiqi's birthday) I miss all of them, and it will only get stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) I'm excited to go watch Orphan too! Only if my best friends stop teasing me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CWT is jamming up my head, too much sediments, I need to undergo pretreatment count how many baffles are there inside, flocculation and coagulation, and finally filtration. And calculate what is the level of hardness in the brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Omg omg omg. Joy just texted me saying she think Freddy is near her having breakfast. I think I've just missed my last chance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1674256124917656706?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1674256124917656706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1674256124917656706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1674256124917656706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1674256124917656706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/scissors-paper-stone.html' title='Scissors paper stone'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SpSmKiO_xCI/AAAAAAAACFY/rTLqYo3ubuw/s72-c/ikea_2010_catalogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-2886037584550984237</id><published>2009-08-21T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:23:18.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceraunophobia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/So48ApKjMxI/AAAAAAAACFQ/0-PpPqKEKsM/s1600-h/350px-Lightning_NOAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372297387247350546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/So48ApKjMxI/AAAAAAAACFQ/0-PpPqKEKsM/s400/350px-Lightning_NOAA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's pouring outside, with claps of horrifying thunder. And, I'm home alone. I have to overcome this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like some kid covering my ears and shut my eyes very tightly when I see that flash of light. I would fit my fingers as deep as I could into my ear canal to block out all the sound. It felt as if my stomach dropped and heart skipped a beat. And the house looks especially sinister when I'm alone. I feel like a coward sitting in bed trying to cover myself with everything possible until the rain/thunder stops. Imagine doing a presentation halfway when I'm talking and suddenly stop to crouch and cover my ears when thunder strikes. I would become a laughing stock. I'm turning 18, it's time I overcome this fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy is always nice enough to give me a call whenever there is a thunderstorm, she knows my utter fear for it. She would wake up in the middle of the night to check on me when it's raining. I would be awake crouching in a fetal position, hoping that the thunder would go away. It all begun with such a bad experience, sigh. Thinking back, it was quite hilarious too. But it sends chills down my spine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that dogs are afraid of thunder too, I hope Candyce is just like me. If she's braver, I'm a fail. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-2886037584550984237?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2886037584550984237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=2886037584550984237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2886037584550984237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2886037584550984237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/ceraunophobia.html' title='Ceraunophobia'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/So48ApKjMxI/AAAAAAAACFQ/0-PpPqKEKsM/s72-c/350px-Lightning_NOAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8444934361897544888</id><published>2009-08-19T09:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T09:48:45.201+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bad and the good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SotYbshootI/AAAAAAAACFI/RUnRlXLBkhA/s1600-h/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371484213401395922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SotYbshootI/AAAAAAAACFI/RUnRlXLBkhA/s400/toilet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news, I've been having diarrhoea recently, many many times. Last night was the worse, I felt worse than a slug. It was really dehydrating me. I had to bring in my phone to the toilet and entertain myself while camping inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still processing out of my system nowww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tweeted "Run to the loo run run run. How I wish I can do Laplace as fast as how the diarrhoea is coming." Think I'm so funny hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SotYQxoL0yI/AAAAAAAACFA/30T1WfHqZLY/s1600-h/thecrabflower-300x156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371484025792484130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SotYQxoL0yI/AAAAAAAACFA/30T1WfHqZLY/s400/thecrabflower-300x156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news, IM.GOING.TO.THE.SHOW! My aunt got tickets and offered to bring me along this coming Saturday. I cannot wait! Soo excited soo excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow meeting my aunts and Cousin Beanbean for lunchie somewhere, it's going to be fun anyway it's always fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday Thursday Saturday Saturday :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go do enough homework to make up for the time I'm going to spend not-studying. Monday is Maths Paper. Byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8444934361897544888?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8444934361897544888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8444934361897544888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8444934361897544888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8444934361897544888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/bad-and-good.html' title='The bad and the good'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SotYbshootI/AAAAAAAACFI/RUnRlXLBkhA/s72-c/toilet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8213453969332141490</id><published>2009-08-15T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:05:44.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crab Flower Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sojw6lZwkoI/AAAAAAAACEw/sKXDxMQtjWU/s1600-h/Ladies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370807444902548098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sojw6lZwkoI/AAAAAAAACEw/sKXDxMQtjWU/s400/Ladies3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;em&gt; Toy Factory Production&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in a respectable household in the Qing Dynasty, five daughters come forth on the eve of their father's 60th birthday to prepare the most delicately complex feast of crabs for their patriarch, as well as the setting up of an all-women poetry club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As each of them conjures up their inner recipe, the 5 ladies assemble their intelligence, talents and secrets nakedly on the table. The Crab Flower Club is a delicious examination on the excitingly calligraphic world of sensitivity and simmering feelings. They become audience to their multi-faceted universe of morality, conspiracy and philosophy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Due  to overwhelming response, The Crab Flower Club is back from Aug 20 to 29 at Singapore’s Drama Centre. It was first staged there from June 3 to 5. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This musical stars Nell Ng, Emma Yong, Karen Tan, Yeo Yann Yann and Ang Ru-Chen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SojwlG9B0DI/AAAAAAAACEo/IfNhE4fXYFw/s1600-h/Ladies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cannot believe that they're restaging this again, I felt lucky, but have no companion, and no cashzxz to go. No point feel that happy it's as if I'm going blahhhhh. I'm just happy to hear about it, I think it's going to be really good. Should add this onto my To-do List, watch another play before leaving. Maybe I shall spend money on the ticket after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8213453969332141490?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8213453969332141490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8213453969332141490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8213453969332141490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8213453969332141490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/crab-flower-club.html' title='The Crab Flower Club'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sojw6lZwkoI/AAAAAAAACEw/sKXDxMQtjWU/s72-c/Ladies3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6920997984756808281</id><published>2009-08-14T17:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T17:57:05.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half done half to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SoUwGtbrnZI/AAAAAAAACEg/ouu0qxMnU0M/s1600-h/funny-answers-from-exams31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369751022542232978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SoUwGtbrnZI/AAAAAAAACEg/ouu0qxMnU0M/s400/funny-answers-from-exams31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm done with half of the papers! 3 out of 6 done woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Find out if the universities are near to each other (We could meet Edy and Erwin halfway!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tick. &lt;/em&gt;I went to do my research and we are 20 minutes car ride away from each other very neaarrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next thing to do, 10) Google ‘Fun places in Wuhan’ and plan late Friday nights out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot be back in campus later than 11pm though, we'll be locked out and force to sleep on the streets during the cold autum night. I've already gotten an idea already, try watching a movie at the Cheena theatres! That will be so exciting! Edy damn excited also we spent damn long hours talking about plans last night and I only slept at 1am. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot wait to goooo! (Now I just have to make Pam as excited like me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm preparing to go Liang Court, to meet Tingtong Ang Fighter Chen and Jojo Ng. Neh-neh Tan is down with H1N1, resting at home and fighting all that bad bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're going to have my favourite ramen! It's a little overpriced but it's totally worth it! Omg, I'm like drooling already. I cannot wait to fly there. Marutama Ramen. I hope I can load up a picture of that bowl of hot delicious savoury thin noodles slurping it up with that mouth-watering clear flavourful stock, and that hard boiled egg with the yolk still runny inside. Hmmm..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6920997984756808281?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6920997984756808281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6920997984756808281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6920997984756808281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6920997984756808281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/half-done-half-to-go.html' title='Half done half to go'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SoUwGtbrnZI/AAAAAAAACEg/ouu0qxMnU0M/s72-c/funny-answers-from-exams31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1851087270660729163</id><published>2009-08-10T18:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:31:17.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have wings we fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SoADeMJe64I/AAAAAAAACEY/EoBk_lJl1Eo/s1600-h/flyboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368294573017590658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SoADeMJe64I/AAAAAAAACEY/EoBk_lJl1Eo/s400/flyboys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A group of young Americans go to France, for different personal reasons, and volunteer to fight in the French Air Service, L'Aéronautique militaire, during World War I prior to America's entrance into the war. During their training, the film mainly deals with the struggles each pilot has with the demanding flying; later, the focus shifts to the aerial dogfights that dominate the front line missions. Themes of camaraderie, racial prejudice, revenge and love are also explored.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Channel 5 tonight at 6.30pm. I know I'll like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368293608534654994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SoACmDK1QBI/AAAAAAAACEI/5id2vuc8OkU/s320/2735810502_459b91521a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/km1980/2735810502/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know, every year during National Day, I would keep an eye out for people who hung their flag upside down or the cresent moon and stars on the wrong side. Everyone's improving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I only saw one this year when I was on the highway. I immediately laughed out loud, it's for real the this resident had the flag wrong. Jalan Rajah BLK 101. Ooops! XXX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1851087270660729163?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1851087270660729163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1851087270660729163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1851087270660729163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1851087270660729163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/have-wings-we-fly.html' title='Have wings we fly'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SoADeMJe64I/AAAAAAAACEY/EoBk_lJl1Eo/s72-c/flyboys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4755036903766353434</id><published>2009-08-09T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:53:43.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HAPPY 44th NATIONAL DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this mail from Weiyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Seen your to do list on your blog.. Seems you are all pumped up for the trip, I know you have heard it from me a thousand times BUT YOU ARE SO GONNA ENJOY YOURSELF. I hope this helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skype with Skype Credits, its 10USD but its worth it, you can call home and it is dirt cheap, 2 cents per minute.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stocks of medicine, perhaps you can arrange with Pamela with that. Charcoal Pill is a must.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extra Money if you plan on Shopping, Female stuff there are cheap and rather alright.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The place is also swarm with original Adidas and Nike products&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An umbrella, the rain there is terrible, it can rain an entire day, with winds that will simply destroy your cute bangs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Universal Travel Adapter, 2 will be good.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Horlicks, Milo and some breakfast drinks. The super market does not have all that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a water container there, with hot and cold water available, its only 8RMB for refill, and it is alot of water. So yup hope that answer Pamela's question.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stocks of Movies stored in your hard disk for you to pass your time at night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toothpaste and such you can get from there, but it is best to bring it there as the 1st night is gonna be quite rushing and you will only do your shopping the next day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save up on plastic bags there, as the supermarket do not give it to you and you would have to buy it, some do not even allow you to buy it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunnies, to protect your eyes from the harmful UV rays and to look cool.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was absolutely sweet and nice of you dude. Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;PS, Pam are you reading this?! Now reading all that makes me even more excited! (Don't whine!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4755036903766353434?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4755036903766353434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4755036903766353434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4755036903766353434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4755036903766353434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-44th-national-day-i-got-this-mail.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1731946464046346897</id><published>2009-08-07T17:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T17:39:23.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TADAA!</title><content type='html'>Before leaving for Cheena, Wuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)      Get over and done with exams, dreadful exams&lt;br /&gt;2)      And do well for the papers (last term’s results was like hell)&lt;br /&gt;3)      Do the music video with Filzah as promised to relieve exam stress&lt;br /&gt;4)      Need to pack and get necessary things, and squeeze them all into one luggage&lt;br /&gt;5)      Sort out clothes to be brought there&lt;br /&gt;6)      Borrow one or two coats from my aunt&lt;br /&gt;7)      Decide if I should bring my softtoy dog over&lt;br /&gt;8)      Finish up my Breaking Dawn book&lt;br /&gt;9)      Stop whining that I only have 5 days in between left in Sing after exams, before leaving&lt;br /&gt;10)   Google ‘Fun places in Wuhan’ and plan late Friday nights out&lt;br /&gt;11)   Find out if the universities are near to each other (We could meet Edy and Erwin halfway!)&lt;br /&gt;12)   Get all the jazz and bossa-nova songs I keep listening to on Youtube&lt;br /&gt;13)   Watch Public Enemies and not drool over Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;14)   Go do photography shoots for my dear friends just for fun&lt;br /&gt;15)   Have a picnic with them, soon, soon, soon&lt;br /&gt;16)   Ask (no, demand) my tumbler drawing from Casper&lt;br /&gt;17)   Go have great Japanese makan with Mom and my aunts&lt;br /&gt;18)   Have Char Kway Teow at least once before I leave, if not I would cry missing it&lt;br /&gt;19)   Go step into ION at least once though I wouldn’t need to buy anything from there&lt;br /&gt;20)   Go shopping in Muji, and not neglect my Muji card since it’s here&lt;br /&gt;21)   Spend as much time as possible with Family, and freaking awesome friends&lt;br /&gt;22)   Be independent like a big girl going overseas to study, I have grown up!&lt;br /&gt;23)   Freddy&lt;br /&gt;24)   Convince Pam and myself we will not be staying with Tantan, and have the apartment all to only the both of us&lt;br /&gt;25)   Convince Pam there’s no need to buy a kettle, and/or a weighing machine&lt;br /&gt;26)   Pray that pillows in Cheena apartment are non-stinky&lt;br /&gt;27)   Got to finally make use of my chance in the airport to do duty-free shopping&lt;br /&gt;28)   Make gifts for freaking awesome friends to let them think of me every day when I’m gone&lt;br /&gt;29)   Treasure hunt and hope to find a ‘Click’ remote control to be able to stop, fast forward, and rewind time&lt;br /&gt;30)   Convince Dad I need a motorcycle for schooling, and it will be safe for me on the road&lt;br /&gt;31)   Remember how to sing all the I-love-Singapore songs because Pam wouldn’t want to hear Majulah Singapura all the time if I miss home&lt;br /&gt;32)   I think I should just borrow a bigger luggage from my aunt to be able to squeeze everything in&lt;br /&gt;33)   Fred Freddy Fred&lt;br /&gt;34)   Fix and master how to use Skype so that I can webcam and call everyone!&lt;br /&gt;35)   Demand that all classmates make in to send Pam and I off at the airport, no matter how early the flight&lt;br /&gt;36)   Do.not.cry.when.I.am.leaving. I look super ugly when I cry.&lt;br /&gt;37)   Organise things that I have to carry on hand. My laptop, my camera. I’m going to have busy hands&lt;br /&gt;38)   Oh yes, have Italiano at Pasta Inc. with Neh-neh Tan, Tingtong Ang, and Fighter Chen&lt;br /&gt;39)   Go singing with them since Tingtong Ang has been talking about it&lt;br /&gt;40)   Well, I must have enough $$$ to do all the above that needs it :(&lt;br /&gt;41)   Think of how Pam and I are going to do laundry at Cheena&lt;br /&gt;42)   I think I want to be daring and may be getting a haircut in Cheena. Hey! Let’s be adventurous man!&lt;br /&gt;43)   Encourage Neh-neh Tan to have a to-do list since she’s leaving only a few days after me&lt;br /&gt;44)   Stop thinking about wanting to get a goldfish as a pet, it will probably die when I’m not around&lt;br /&gt;45)   Smile at Freddy&lt;br /&gt;46)   Don’t step onto anyone else’s foot again&lt;br /&gt;47)   Casper’s going to be back first before I leave, good timing! Everyone’s flying around&lt;br /&gt;48)   Decide how many pair of shoes I am going to bring over&lt;br /&gt;49)   I should trust local products there, maybe buy everything there. If not my luggage is going to be overloaded&lt;br /&gt;50)   Ensure Pam she wouldn’t go deaf after my constant singing and screaming-for-nothing she’s going to endure&lt;br /&gt;51)   Neh-neh and I have to, HAVE TO! go get Ang’s present before I fly off, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1731946464046346897?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1731946464046346897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1731946464046346897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1731946464046346897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1731946464046346897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/tadaa.html' title='TADAA!'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1288037434487178277</id><published>2009-08-05T19:39:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T20:09:06.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Snl2TQoM5uI/AAAAAAAACDw/dmLFJ3Daeak/s1600-h/found-to-do-list.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366450504241833698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Snl2TQoM5uI/AAAAAAAACDw/dmLFJ3Daeak/s400/found-to-do-list.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've got it done up! I've got this sitting in the documents folder for almost a week already. Still filling in more though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 things to do before leaving for &lt;em&gt;Cheena&lt;/em&gt;, Wuhan. (So far)&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Updating more updating more and maybe cancelling some in time to come. I know this has nothing to do with something "To-Do" but it's linked anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I think I just missed Fred on the bus, I couldn’t see if it was really him, and there were so many people! Arghh! *^&amp;amp;%#@!*#@&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1288037434487178277?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1288037434487178277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1288037434487178277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1288037434487178277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1288037434487178277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-do-list.html' title='To-Do List'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Snl2TQoM5uI/AAAAAAAACDw/dmLFJ3Daeak/s72-c/found-to-do-list.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5161552344772335144</id><published>2009-08-05T11:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:42:02.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breeze after storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cool it, I've got to learn to cool it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe that I let those get into my head and spoiled the rest of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is passing real fast huh? It's Wednesday! Oh my god, next week is the last week of school. Yea nothing great exams are after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm flying off like almost immediately after the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm not going to divluge any details here or say anything about the dates, if not people will think that I'm up to something or trying to pass a message or whatsoever. I think I have to be careful with what I say or do, to stop people from speculating me that I'VE GOTTEN OVER IT. Stupid irritating immature disrespectful shallow unthoughtful people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COOL IT, I'VE GOT TO LEARN TO COOL IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pheeeewwwww. Whenever I got so upset over this, I was desperately looking for that someone around, and puts a smile on my face. Fred. I haven't seen Freddy for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is prettaye, such a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Snj8Aw4pxMI/AAAAAAAACDg/W26G-NDlsDQ/s1600-h/2652526830104178106S600x600Q85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366316046064665794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Snj8Aw4pxMI/AAAAAAAACDg/W26G-NDlsDQ/s400/2652526830104178106S600x600Q85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;O.K. I'm going to type my To-Do List now, almost done!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5161552344772335144?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5161552344772335144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5161552344772335144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5161552344772335144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5161552344772335144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/breeze-after-storm.html' title='Breeze after storm'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Snj8Aw4pxMI/AAAAAAAACDg/W26G-NDlsDQ/s72-c/2652526830104178106S600x600Q85.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6887589177823521334</id><published>2009-08-03T16:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:31:14.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH TO HELL WITH YOU!</title><content type='html'>WHEN I SAY I'M OVER IT, I FREAKING MEAN THAT I'M OVER IT. STOP DOUBTING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People want me to move on, and when I happily tell them that I have done it, it was like "Yea right" It's contradicting. I thought you all want me to move on, and should be happy for me instead. WHY SHOULD I LIE THAT I'M GOOD AGAIN? YOU THINK I WOULD PRETEND TO BE HAPPY AND THEN GO STAB HIM OR DO OTHER FUNNY THINGS BEHIND HIS BACK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A LIFE PLEASE, WHY IS IT DIFFICULT TO BELIEVE THAT I'VE DONE IT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6887589177823521334?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6887589177823521334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6887589177823521334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6887589177823521334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6887589177823521334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/argh-to-hell-with-you.html' title='ARGH TO HELL WITH YOU!'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-2939504493134598406</id><published>2009-08-02T12:55:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:34:22.269+08:00</updated><title type='text'>With pen and paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SnUjkc2uA6I/AAAAAAAACDY/PUZ1XcVDUAU/s1600-h/14155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233640209777570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SnUjkc2uA6I/AAAAAAAACDY/PUZ1XcVDUAU/s400/14155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote a letter to S just this week. And when I was writing, I truly felt that we could really be friends. I felt I understood what he meant when he said he wanted to be friends, and not that we have to stop talking to each other. And I felt okay, good. She's probably coming back soon or maybe she's back already, and I kind of feel happy for him that he will see her again. I'm not a psycho. I'm not trying to be all I-have-compassion-I-forgive-you. It seems weird that it's as if I've gotten over this so fast, but it's a good thing, right? I mean, I finally figured out that we could be friends after all. But if he has changed his mind about it, I won't force this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm impressed with myself! Gone are the times feeling lost, all those months, March April May June July. I'm not going to let my 2009 be a bad year, going to make it even better. Hello August! Nice to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SnUjKL9qshI/AAAAAAAACDQ/Qe33A_rU6tE/s1600-h/dandelion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365233188998918674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SnUjKL9qshI/AAAAAAAACDQ/Qe33A_rU6tE/s320/dandelion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was dragged up early this morning for one of those touring-exploring Sunday trips again. We haven't done this for a long time. It felt good to be down on Sembawang Road. There was no tall buildings. Just zooming pass green fields, green fields, and more green fields with Dandelions and Mimosa. The fresh morning breeze was refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll miss going out on Sunday trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-2939504493134598406?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2939504493134598406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=2939504493134598406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2939504493134598406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2939504493134598406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/08/with-pen-and-paper.html' title='With pen and paper'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SnUjkc2uA6I/AAAAAAAACDY/PUZ1XcVDUAU/s72-c/14155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5626476201658728571</id><published>2009-07-30T15:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:07:03.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My fat purple veggie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SnFQ7wMyHhI/AAAAAAAACDE/EyGBVYam1mY/s1600-h/you-have-to-admit-that-it-sounds-better.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364157618655993362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SnFQ7wMyHhI/AAAAAAAACDE/EyGBVYam1mY/s400/you-have-to-admit-that-it-sounds-better.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nataliedee.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nataliedee.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS. This is my current wallpaper for my desktop. This adorable fat purple thing, in case if you don't know, it's a Brinjal/Eggplant. I love you &lt;em&gt;Aubergine&lt;/em&gt;! You sound really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to take away my Twitter application in FB, too irritating. It is a great invention, both, but I prefer tweeting more. Ok I don't want to continue, this is getting boring. Bottom line, so that means I will be less active in FB, but who cares &lt;em&gt;luh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pam's head is on the table again, once again. Joy is nodding away, watching Mika in his underpants dancing in his bedroom. Ok I'm going to peer over to her side. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5626476201658728571?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5626476201658728571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5626476201658728571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5626476201658728571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5626476201658728571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-fat-purple-veggie.html' title='My fat purple veggie'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SnFQ7wMyHhI/AAAAAAAACDE/EyGBVYam1mY/s72-c/you-have-to-admit-that-it-sounds-better.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5142774011578757700</id><published>2009-07-27T14:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T16:05:26.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of my pillar of strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sm1fi9o54HI/AAAAAAAACC8/Pfg6tiitXyM/s1600-h/DSCN0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363047785534447730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sm1fi9o54HI/AAAAAAAACC8/Pfg6tiitXyM/s400/DSCN0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had a really good time talking to Jojo the other night. It's good that I have someone to relate to. I felt better, best of all, after that talk because most of the time to others, I'm just telling and describing to them how I feel. But with her, she knows what I'm feeling because we are in the same situation. And we'd realise we feel the same way about it, and we're not alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;"Think of your accomplishments, how long has it been since you cried. the rush of blood to your ears was not as strong as before. We've changed from tears to taking in of deep breaths when we see anything that reminds us of them. We're able to smile when we see a note written by him, or a gift from him, instead of crying our eyes swollen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;"New experience with new people brings new memories. You should still go to the places you both went to, go with our friends, do the things you both used to do, eat the same food you both used to eat. Have new memories of the place, let it replace the old one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It will be much easier now when we have each other. We're no more tattered and torn, we are no more crying. We are now going through a whole new experience without them in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's good really, it's all good, from the bottom of my heart. I feel happy whenever someone comes up to me telling me that I'm so strong. Thinking back, I would have it easier if I've let my heart die earlier, it was the closure that I needed. But now it doesn't matter anymore, I still moved on in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;__________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Clean water technology lecture is boring me. Pam's head is already down on the table, luckily I have my laptop with me, if not mine would be on the table as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sm1QGIKiMRI/AAAAAAAACCs/Q6brfEmEkiw/s1600-h/twilight-blade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363030797469233426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sm1QGIKiMRI/AAAAAAAACCs/Q6brfEmEkiw/s400/twilight-blade.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw this on Casper's tweet. It's good isn't it? Very creative I would say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5142774011578757700?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5142774011578757700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5142774011578757700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5142774011578757700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5142774011578757700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-really-good-time-talking-to-jojo.html' title='Change of my pillar of strength'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sm1fi9o54HI/AAAAAAAACC8/Pfg6tiitXyM/s72-c/DSCN0267.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5118760326834220167</id><published>2009-07-24T23:09:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T01:25:38.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='IS Magazine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toothpastefordinner'/><title type='text'>Gave more recieved much less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmnZ4kUNlII/AAAAAAAACCk/yKOpeJI1UIk/s1600-h/i-love-you-like-i-love-my-brother.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362056397205640322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmnZ4kUNlII/AAAAAAAACCk/yKOpeJI1UIk/s400/i-love-you-like-i-love-my-brother.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://toothpastefordinner.com/"&gt;toothpastefordinner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Burn the book of love you've been using these past few years. Don't think of the incineration as censorship. Think of it as liberating yourself from the tyranny of fables that have programmed you to accept less love than you deserve, and give less love than you have to give. And when you're done with the burning, go in search of the brand new book of love.Better yet, write that holy text yourself. A good title might be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;"Love doesn't conquer all, but 60 percent isn't bad"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0);font-size:100%;" &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,0,0)"&gt;- IS Mag, 24 July 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I don't usually believe or even read horoscopes, but I was reading the magazine at Coffee Nations this afternoon and read to Shona hers, I came across mine which I felt was eerily true. I feel exposed, like, hey a magazine knows about my private life and about how I really feel. It's as if it was speaking my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we should all believe in horoscopes every now and then. Of course not the ones which tells you &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Wearing all orange today, the love of your life will find you. Walk north, hear the winds whisper, they will tell you the answers." &lt;/span&gt;You will look like a pumpkin and no one would want to walk with you, not even talking about the love of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5118760326834220167?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5118760326834220167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5118760326834220167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5118760326834220167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5118760326834220167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/gave-more-recieved-much-less.html' title='Gave more recieved much less'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmnZ4kUNlII/AAAAAAAACCk/yKOpeJI1UIk/s72-c/i-love-you-like-i-love-my-brother.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6751431596691631834</id><published>2009-07-23T10:45:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T12:37:19.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wheels go round and round</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmfTlWGYh5I/AAAAAAAACCc/-XFroRePXC0/s1600-h/driving1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361486519948838802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmfTlWGYh5I/AAAAAAAACCc/-XFroRePXC0/s400/driving1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing when I saw Shona's tweets about her new driving instructor, she must have had a really bad time breathing in air of the same area with him. As she was learning, he was eating Hokkien mee in the car, and she felt insulted (maybe not as bad if he had asked, "you want some?") But he was also spitting in his food, that turned her off there and then, so no, she didn't want the noodles even if he asked. And he was swearing as much as the A's in this sentence I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's hopping mad and very eager to change a new instructor. I will hear more from her when I see her again tomorrow. We are going to the slums of Jalan Besar, to visit the two princesses of the three at Petain Road, and to have dinner at good ol' Swee Choon. I just cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had a very disturbing dream about N last night, it wasn't so bad when I was dreaming, but when I woke up to think about it. I freaked out, it's so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;___________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going through the web for creative advertisments for psychology project and spotted some really interesting ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmfSe6l5ZYI/AAAAAAAACCU/FNMBTK4hxSw/s1600-h/Creative_Ads_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361485309973980546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmfSe6l5ZYI/AAAAAAAACCU/FNMBTK4hxSw/s400/Creative_Ads_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Child drug abouse. This is just a weird twist to the nursery rhyme I grew up with. Like, a child choosing to drink coffee over the choice of a Coke. Freaky, this boy must have gotten some mutant genes in him. Or wait a minute, I'm now thinking about the whole benjamin-button thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some thought that came to my mind when I hum this tune now. What do people do with black sheep's wool, to make Afro wigs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go google creative advertisments now, find some entertainment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6751431596691631834?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6751431596691631834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6751431596691631834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6751431596691631834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6751431596691631834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/wheels-go-round-and-round.html' title='The wheels go round and round'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmfTlWGYh5I/AAAAAAAACCc/-XFroRePXC0/s72-c/driving1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8365911875836365924</id><published>2009-07-20T13:59:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:15:50.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxygen to grow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmQJBaqMEtI/AAAAAAAACCM/Jvv04pseWf4/s1600-h/plantpot06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360419376418525906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmQJBaqMEtI/AAAAAAAACCM/Jvv04pseWf4/s400/plantpot06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the work is never ending. I feel like sitting by the side and just let the work pile up by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like this plant, happily sitting in the bulb taking in air, sunlight and water to help me grow. But I'd be really bored though. I hope my owner will change my place everyday, so there will be new scenery everyday I can look at different things and explore with my eyes and imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be a plant which can bear flowers, and maybe even fruits! So that I can give back to my owner for taking care of me. But I'd be too big for this cool light bulb pot. Hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8365911875836365924?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8365911875836365924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8365911875836365924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8365911875836365924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8365911875836365924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/oxygen-to-grow.html' title='Oxygen to grow'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmQJBaqMEtI/AAAAAAAACCM/Jvv04pseWf4/s72-c/plantpot06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4758568040123090531</id><published>2009-07-17T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:39:17.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy cherry cake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmBC2QeeFsI/AAAAAAAACBY/3j6xjVl-mJo/s1600-h/2374418774_4af92af59d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359357056474027714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmBC2QeeFsI/AAAAAAAACBY/3j6xjVl-mJo/s320/2374418774_4af92af59d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just bought new red flats that I've always liked, but never know if it would suit me. But now I'm happy that I've finally gotten them! Strong independent bold romantic red. Now I can get up to dance with Filzah with my new red feet! Let's dance 'cause it's Friday! Oh, I am going to get Bangs this weekend because I feel like doing so. If I feel like it, I'll just do it. Courageous adventurous me! I've refurbished here with font colours page. This feels like a new beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm chilling and winding down at Greenhouse. My fellow followers are here too @bombeebee @jianweichen @shnatan @kohjanice @meiqichen. And I adore the bubbly green thing sitting next to me. Green thing, I adore you so much I want to drink you dry now, stay icy cold you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hah. I can't believe I typed all those words just now, so.. I-will-conquer-the-world. I'm feeling cranky I just want to sing out loud that I'm good I'm fine I'm happy from the bottom of my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4758568040123090531?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4758568040123090531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4758568040123090531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4758568040123090531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4758568040123090531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-cherry-cake.html' title='Happy cherry cake'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SmBC2QeeFsI/AAAAAAAACBY/3j6xjVl-mJo/s72-c/2374418774_4af92af59d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-7918804108437099149</id><published>2009-07-16T15:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:36:11.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine shining on me</title><content type='html'>I'm beginning to enjoy school. I'm beginning to enjoy my time with all the people here, especially my class boys who are always childish, but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never liked Wastes classes, but it is just listening and looking at how Mr. Goh behaves, it amuses me so much that I began to draw outlines of him to entertain myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have eaten Western food just now. Daxino was indirectly tempting me with the plate of chicken and golden fries, couldn't help it but picked on his food. I need to satisfy my food cravings which are coming back, means I'm normal again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always feel inspired after reading Filzah's posts, gives me that sense of hope freedom and light. Love you babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-7918804108437099149?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7918804108437099149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=7918804108437099149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7918804108437099149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7918804108437099149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/sunshine-shining-on-me.html' title='Sunshine shining on me'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-2395703378771496749</id><published>2009-07-13T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:47:46.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a tweet</title><content type='html'>I got more to type now, more than 140 words so I'm going to do it here instead of using Twitter. But I wonder if a single soul reads this. Never mind, at least it's said here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the roll again. I miss you @bombeebee @shnatan @meiqichen how you would tell me in my face it's over and not stare into blank space again. How you all will snap me out of my thoughts when I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had stop crying, but now I feel more sorrow-ful that what it was before. Sigh I disappoint myself again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-2395703378771496749?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2395703378771496749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=2395703378771496749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2395703378771496749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2395703378771496749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-than-tweet.html' title='More than a tweet'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1515779179011229811</id><published>2009-07-12T13:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:50:52.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way you want to make it easier,</title><content type='html'>Dumb. If I speak all those foul words unpleasant to the ear, can S blame me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he can't, can he? He owes it to me but I would never take that for granted even if it's my chance to get back at him or like some say, revenge. I think it's rather dumb. And certainly I am not dumb (I would say) to believe in all his lies, but for the sake that he doesn't want to let me know the truth I understand it's because he doesn't want to make this whole thing even more hurtful for me, but again I'm not dumb, I know those things going on. Cliche, I am a woman, I have instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that I have to pretend that I don't know a single thing in front of him. I have to pretend I am stupid, pretend that I believe. Sometimes I would think slightly off point, and think I may try to REALLY believe in him. It's good I came back on track. I cannot keep pretending I will go nuts. Maybe deluding makes your life better but no, no no it's not going to do me any good I know. He knows it cannot happen, try, go on try your luck, he will crumble the life of those around him, immature unthoughtful idiot. Poor insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt digusted with myself when I was in denial, I know the truth but avoided it. Maybe after a year or two, maybe. But no, not now, never. He may not know how much hate and sorrow he introduced to me, the years which were supposed to be the happiest in my life. Looks like it's not but like what they say, 'you will emerge stronger'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope S does too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1515779179011229811?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1515779179011229811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1515779179011229811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1515779179011229811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1515779179011229811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/way-you-want-me-to-make-it-easier.html' title='The way you want to make it easier,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-7743567709376361405</id><published>2009-07-11T11:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T12:03:04.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a spy,</title><content type='html'>I don't want to battle with rotten fruit. It will dirty my hands so you can have it all you want. And oh, be careful of the viruses, you will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i want to make this a private page, prevent prying eyes from reading about my life. Read all you want for now bitch, there will be no other time again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-7743567709376361405?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7743567709376361405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=7743567709376361405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7743567709376361405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7743567709376361405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-spy.html' title='What a spy,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-2323218947525817755</id><published>2009-07-07T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T19:47:30.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd love if it's Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SlM1jJ5W4EI/AAAAAAAACBQ/noKZOvwe0JA/s1600-h/bluexmas2k21920.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355683259941838914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SlM1jJ5W4EI/AAAAAAAACBQ/noKZOvwe0JA/s400/bluexmas2k21920.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been raining alot these few days, it's like Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it's the Christmas season now. I've always loved Christmas season, do you know why?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-2323218947525817755?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2323218947525817755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=2323218947525817755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2323218947525817755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2323218947525817755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/id-love-if-its-christmas.html' title='I&apos;d love if it&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SlM1jJ5W4EI/AAAAAAAACBQ/noKZOvwe0JA/s72-c/bluexmas2k21920.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5303429104059476648</id><published>2009-07-02T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:45:53.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The light</title><content type='html'>I know that I'm still hoping, but it will wear off after that, slowly, but it will. I've learnt the lesson that is really disheartening to anticipate something that will less likely turn out your way, very little chances. Stop hoping for a miracle to happen fool, if he's sure that he wants to come back he would have already done so, he would have noticed you were missing yesterday he would have called yesterday. But there was &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;. Stop believing in his excuses, it shows that you just don't mean as much to him as his sleep. Stop hoping for a miracle to happen fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm doing well, few fits of crying but I will be good, better after that. I miss S.&lt;br /&gt;I have to get over tomorrow no crying, control it well you fool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5303429104059476648?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5303429104059476648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5303429104059476648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5303429104059476648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5303429104059476648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/light.html' title='The light'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8085275674539577717</id><published>2009-07-01T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T22:36:28.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step out</title><content type='html'>I was feeling so confused but now I think that I'm doing the right thing. I cannot be stuck in this anymore, cannot allow myself to continue when I know that in the end I will be seriously hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still not over S? What are the things that made me go back to him again and again, I can't think of much. Childish procrastinating insensitive irresponsible and mostly, he doesn't make me feel that I am important to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many negative things that I can talk about, but why is it that I keep coming back to the same person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still likes her, and cannot forget about it. S said he needs the time and will get over her, but he still say things online and keep things there that reminds himself about their whole affair. With all that, how is forgetting and getting over, possible? I cannot pretend I didn't see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cheap and avaliable to be there for him when I know that he still has feelings for her, like how I delude myself that he only needs time. But deep down I know myself if he really treasure what we had, he would have done this fast and get it over and done with. I just kept running away from this truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did made it clear that we would take things slowly, if we could work out again. But it cannot happen when the mess is still here. He needs to clear things up, with her, with me. Make it a clean cut no strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm taking a step out myself I'm not going to wait for him to take action, because he never will, will he? I told S over the phone I was moving on, and didn't want to hear from him at all. He did want to remain contact but it will be difficult for me, so I refused. He didn't stop me at all, he didn't say anything to keep me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most disturbing thing is that he said if I want to move on, it's my matter, when he wants to get back to me &lt;em&gt;he can do it anytime he wants. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that it? So he really did treat me like a toy, he was playing with my feelings when he said he will try to forget about her. Words with no actions I've been through so much of that, too much of that. Make your own decision Koh Ping En, know what is best for yourself don't live to regret anymore further.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8085275674539577717?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8085275674539577717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8085275674539577717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8085275674539577717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8085275674539577717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/step-out.html' title='Step out'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1726671075562869153</id><published>2009-07-01T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:05:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TTTTT</title><content type='html'>I'm officially on Twitter after leaving the registration page on hold for so long.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's fun really. Short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caspero thought of the username for me and I think it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Whackabobs sounds really violent, and no, definently not bobalicious. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nobody reads -beyondpassion now, it's okay I will just leave it here to pour out my woes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;@bobgobs,&lt;/em&gt; tweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1726671075562869153?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1726671075562869153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1726671075562869153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1726671075562869153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1726671075562869153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/07/ttttt.html' title='TTTTT'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1887096616828514830</id><published>2009-06-30T19:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:32:18.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jim Jones</title><content type='html'>I learnt about Peoples Temple and Reverend Jones incident during Psychology today. Very interesting but eerie at the same time, I didn't know such things happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary.&lt;br /&gt;Go google it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1887096616828514830?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1887096616828514830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1887096616828514830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1887096616828514830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1887096616828514830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/jim-jones.html' title='Jim Jones'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6644889034858973391</id><published>2009-06-25T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:02:09.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Daddy bought back ba chor mee from Lavender. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my last book. Thanks for the trip, I'm trying very hard not to ask all those questions, understand how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to believe again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6644889034858973391?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6644889034858973391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6644889034858973391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6644889034858973391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6644889034858973391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/daddy-bought-back-ba-chor-mee-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8766682543641015001</id><published>2009-06-11T12:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:36:57.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unbelievable,</title><content type='html'>The lost look in your eyes helpless and yet afraid to make everything better. You looked at me like a piece of glass falling thinking if you should reach out your hand to save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and looked down. You took a long time to reach out your hand to stop my streaming tears. I didn't dare to take another step forward to wrap my arms around you I didn't want to make things even more difficult I didn't want you to be confused what you should do I don't want to cross the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I understand now, you're really one unbelieveable person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8766682543641015001?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8766682543641015001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8766682543641015001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8766682543641015001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8766682543641015001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/unbelievable.html' title='Unbelievable,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-2600625784445131680</id><published>2009-06-04T13:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T13:36:19.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The flavour of bland,</title><content type='html'>I realise that I favour different versions of my favourite foods or things now. And that makes me feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to like sweet packet juices, now I find freshly squeezed juices taste better. I liked those tubed egg tofu you get for steamboats, but now I prefer plain white tofu. I used to grab white chocolates whenever I see them in the supermarket, and now I enjoy dark chocolates more. I would pick flavoured milk(strawberry chocolate you name it!) if I have the choice, now I like the good ol' un-flavoured milk. I used to like humour tees and printed tshirts, now I would never wear them again. I used to hate almond pudding and mango would be my favourite, now its the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer more tasteless things now. Bland simple orginal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this analysis some time ago,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young kids are like juices, sweet innocent the world is like the playground. Teens go for carbonated drinks shows the spur of energy that they have, adventurous loud. Young adults need coffee to keep them going on working late nights to complete their jobs. Middle age men and woman prefers the good original plain water because they have tasted much. Old grandfathers and grandmothers are like tea, and they prefer tea, like, enjoying old age and reflecting about their lives. There's this dry sweetness in the aftertaste of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've realised they get from sweet, eventually to bitter. From the strong to the bland.&lt;br /&gt;It is like life too is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-2600625784445131680?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/2600625784445131680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=2600625784445131680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2600625784445131680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/2600625784445131680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/06/flavour-of-bland.html' title='The flavour of bland,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8880193522754762830</id><published>2009-05-23T10:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:31:45.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Qwerty Phones,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ShdfiUSUMvI/AAAAAAAACAA/-DmIDJ6co0o/s1600-h/nokia-e71-qwerty-business-smartphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338840926436733682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 344px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ShdfiUSUMvI/AAAAAAAACAA/-DmIDJ6co0o/s400/nokia-e71-qwerty-business-smartphone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ShdfRMJp9OI/AAAAAAAAB_4/LLvKqGC_Waw/s1600-h/nokia-e63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338840632195151074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 368px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ShdfRMJp9OI/AAAAAAAAB_4/LLvKqGC_Waw/s400/nokia-e63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nokia E71 and E63. Both are oh-so-lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot of people have been telling me advantages and disadvantages for these two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which one should I get my hands on?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8880193522754762830?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8880193522754762830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8880193522754762830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8880193522754762830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8880193522754762830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/qwerty-phones.html' title='Qwerty Phones,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ShdfiUSUMvI/AAAAAAAACAA/-DmIDJ6co0o/s72-c/nokia-e71-qwerty-business-smartphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-3813021108903146064</id><published>2009-05-21T10:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T10:07:51.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris Allen</title><content type='html'>Kris Allen won! Oh I am still recovering from shock and joy. I am so glad!&lt;br /&gt;You are a white horse now, not a dark horse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-3813021108903146064?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3813021108903146064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=3813021108903146064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/3813021108903146064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/3813021108903146064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/kris-allen.html' title='Kris Allen'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1269008660326858666</id><published>2009-05-12T13:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T13:42:57.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgkL0hVpNXI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/p-HVQeDMWjU/s1600-h/IMG_5608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334808230527317362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgkL0hVpNXI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/p-HVQeDMWjU/s400/IMG_5608.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgkLG_f0f-I/AAAAAAAAB_I/TB5txOYQWz8/s1600-h/IMG_5608.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been to Bontanic Gardens thrice within one week. Photography Assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1269008660326858666?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1269008660326858666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1269008660326858666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1269008660326858666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1269008660326858666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/walk.html' title='Walk,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgkL0hVpNXI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/p-HVQeDMWjU/s72-c/IMG_5608.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8173174061621853080</id><published>2009-05-09T20:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T11:04:13.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time in space,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgWBMTB3B3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/B2Zb92OE_E8/s1600-h/bhs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333811381956708210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgWBMTB3B3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/B2Zb92OE_E8/s320/bhs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgWA9pDOGdI/AAAAAAAAB-4/q5EObRwntyo/s1600-h/CaspI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333811130169956818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgWA9pDOGdI/AAAAAAAAB-4/q5EObRwntyo/s320/CaspI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had a great time at Coffee Nations yesterday. It was nice to take my mind of things just for that few hours. How I wish time could stand still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting tiring, everything has been dragging for too long time. I want to get out of this myself since Shaun isn't helping me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would want to head to CN with them again, and probably I would really need to be there this week to spend time with my best buds and their love. Answers are coming soon I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You say you gotta go and find yourself You say that you're becoming someone else"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8173174061621853080?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8173174061621853080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8173174061621853080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8173174061621853080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8173174061621853080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-in-space.html' title='Time in space,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SgWBMTB3B3I/AAAAAAAAB_A/B2Zb92OE_E8/s72-c/bhs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4447482479910793821</id><published>2009-05-07T12:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:36:57.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread and Cheese,</title><content type='html'>Lecture is soooo boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to today to fly pass. School is making me feel tired. Can't wait for next week to pass I want to get my questions answers. I'm stuck between what I want, and what is right for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm turning heads again, great. Bread and cheese, with Milo is comforting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4447482479910793821?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4447482479910793821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4447482479910793821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4447482479910793821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4447482479910793821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/05/bread-and-cheese.html' title='Bread and Cheese,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8764842738862917751</id><published>2009-04-25T10:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T10:48:12.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's in!</title><content type='html'>Mr Sathan says only lunatics bathe in the middle of the night at 2am.&lt;br /&gt;Mr Ng always say, "Hey folks"&lt;br /&gt;Mr Goh mumbles to himself during class.&lt;br /&gt;Ms Mok's shopping mall lectures are real bore.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Chia has a weird accent and weird dress sense, but she's a nice lady.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lee likes boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8764842738862917751?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8764842738862917751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8764842738862917751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8764842738862917751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8764842738862917751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/04/schools-in.html' title='School&apos;s in!'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-304038974060632080</id><published>2009-04-10T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:30:08.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother's silent words,</title><content type='html'>I spent my afternoon at Grandmother's a few days ago, I feel much better being around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is one amazing woman. I can sit still for the whole day listening to her talk about the family history. How she brought up ten children with the family so poor that she took up multiple jobs and worked day and night. How she survived through the discrimination others had on her family and proved everyone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always ask about the fire that burnt down the previous house at River Valley. How everyone got out unscathed. How everything took a better turn after that. How did everyone feel that they are really lucky to be living and to have each other in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime, everytime all these events are awakening to me. It makes me realise time and time again, that I have a family so strong who supports me silently behind and never expects anything in return. Grandmother made me feel that it's such a minor matter, what's going on between Shaun and I, and I'm wasting time worrying about all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting at dinner, listening to how my grandparents bicker. How my grandfather would call her "Old Woman" in Hokkien. How my grandmother complain to me things that he do to irritate her. How she would roll her eyes saying, "60 years and you still have that bad habit." How grandfather would make that 'yakking' motion with his hand while she is complaining away, and make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stuck to each other's side against all odds to make the family stay together. To care for and nuture their children, teaching them life values which my uncles and aunts I have and love, possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire the love they share, and thankful that I was part of it. I love my grandmother, and the beautiful words she brought across to me that afternoon without the need of a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to put my heart down. I have to move on. I need closure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-304038974060632080?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/304038974060632080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=304038974060632080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/304038974060632080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/304038974060632080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandmothers-silent-words.html' title='Grandmother&apos;s silent words,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-3929448206195913870</id><published>2009-04-08T22:14:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T22:39:04.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The other side you didn't know,</title><content type='html'>I am posting what I'm going through for the ones I love, and the people who care for me, to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not doing this hoping that Shaun would read because that is nearly impossible. He never remembers what this blog address is, and was never interested to read about what I have to say online. He did tell me once, "There is no need for me to read it all there when I know them better from you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have thought that it was a bad thing, he never knows how I feel after quarrels. He never knows that actually I was not really angry over whatever he did, I was just being mad for the sake of doing so. He never knows how much I miss him when we don't see each other for days/weeks, when I say "It's okay, I know you have work to do." If he reads, all those things would be easily understood and he would know what I want, and how I feel. Everything would have been easier isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's no need for me to pose an emotion or a feeling just because I'm afraid that he will be reading. It is a good thing after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-3929448206195913870?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/3929448206195913870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=3929448206195913870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/3929448206195913870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/3929448206195913870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/04/other-side-you-didnt-know.html' title='The other side you didn&apos;t know,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-229362655939064441</id><published>2009-04-07T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:19:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I'm much at fault too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an mis-interpretation. I know Shaun was really upset over the text I sent him when I was in Vietnam, not appreciating what he has gone through pains to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I should blame myself for doing that and caused what is happening now? No. I know it's a different thing all together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dropping the pieces slowly so I'll be ready to give up when the truth gets coming. It sounds as if I have no faith in him or our r/s. The opposite party is being wishy-washy, it won't do me good clinging on. Because, it takes two to make things work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs such a long time to make a decision about our relationship which I thought was strong to overcome anything. Shaun's cowardice and procrastination is hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this was the pain he wanted me go through, Congratulations to him.&lt;br /&gt;But, I don't want him to have the last laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-229362655939064441?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/229362655939064441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=229362655939064441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/229362655939064441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/229362655939064441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-im-much-at-fault-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-7323383767111995429</id><published>2009-04-06T10:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:06:19.684+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking tea,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SdlxFytSMvI/AAAAAAAAB-w/M0EPDtYWV4o/s1600-h/DSCN0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321408779039945458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SdlxFytSMvI/AAAAAAAAB-w/M0EPDtYWV4o/s320/DSCN0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right, I don’t know how I should start this. I’m not sure if I’ll say what is going on with two hands down that I’m positive about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things took another step deeper into complications over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The tables are turned and the decision, I can’t do anything to assure it would be in my way. I panicked when he said he needs to sort out his feelings. It’s no longer a thing between me and Shaun. The circle has gotten bigger with an additional member of his side. Though I don’t know the exact story behind it even though I held back the tears and persuaded it to be told, but I could figure it out somehow. Imaginations can run wild, but I’m pretty happy and satisfied with what I imagined it to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think of it, what if it is judged my way? Things would be still different from the way I wanted and hoped it to be, back to the same ol’ cycle. Honestly, I would have much prefer the same cycle compared to the opposite of it, judging the circumstances now.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never heard of S talking to me like a stranger on the phone urging me to hang up every minute, repeating asking me not to pressurize him to say anything because he wouldn’t. On the other hand, he asks me not to think much about it; he would solve this on his own and let me know the answer when it ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah. Your ex-boyfriend whom you still love tells you someone else is in the picture; you drink a cup of tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a disgusting woman begging to know the truth over the phone last night. I was feeling sorry for myself crying and I was lost for words. What I wanted to say was more than what I said, but I decide I shouldn’t be making me feel disgusted with myself further. The lump in my throat was huge. He wanted three weeks to think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You will know how it will come to an end in three weeks; you make yourself a pot of tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting myself to be ready if the blow hits me, that someone is a person I know, a friend maybe. Who ever it will be. You go super girl. I want to know what that person did or what S did to make it seem so difficult to make a decision now when I am sure five days ago he was still the Shaun I knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're going to know who the person coming in the circle is, you drink a cup of tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, there is nothing else I can do. Feels like I have no arms. I’m a prize hanging from the tree, dangling, have no say which way the wind will make me sway. It’s either wait for someone to untie me down and treasure this prize, or to be wacked like a piñata again and again until my insides comes spilling out with sweets. Everyone would be rushing for the treats, and kick the empty piñata shell out of their way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is nothing you can do to save the situation now; you pour yourself a cup of tea.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wait, for the dreaded phone call.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-7323383767111995429?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7323383767111995429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=7323383767111995429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7323383767111995429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7323383767111995429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/04/drinking-tea.html' title='Drinking tea,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SdlxFytSMvI/AAAAAAAAB-w/M0EPDtYWV4o/s72-c/DSCN0196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-9128660644932179500</id><published>2009-04-04T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:32:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times yellowed,</title><content type='html'>I got better on Thursday morning. Now I'm back from trial camp, I'm down with flu again.&lt;br /&gt;Camp wasn't all jolly and fun. But I did have a good talk with the class girls, staying up a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the clique for dinner last night at Fins before Ritz leaves for Melb on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Fins Fish &amp;amp; Chips are gooood. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;I always enjoy Clique's company no matter where we go, even if I'm not the one doing the talking, or being talked to at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;We don't mind talking about secondary school times over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;and laugh silly at the stupid things we used to do during break times and on everyone's birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish to have a complete gathering where everyone turns up but I know it's rather difficult to do so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have exactly 16 days left before school reopens. Oh man :(&lt;br /&gt;Make use of it make use of it make use of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-9128660644932179500?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/9128660644932179500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=9128660644932179500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/9128660644932179500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/9128660644932179500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/04/times-yellowed.html' title='Times yellowed,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4593926716679597099</id><published>2009-04-01T21:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T21:19:32.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would run away as far as I could,</title><content type='html'>I was back in Sing on Sunday but was too lazy to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is tomorrow, and I'm feeling really sick now.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home the whole day except for dinner out and I was feeling so weak to even make lunch for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being unwell and sad and lifeless. I should not even get my hopes up only to make myself disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;But at least now I get the clear picture, you have not change at all. I thought, I thought you said this was the wake up call.&lt;br /&gt;You will make the best out of things now, you will make everything better.&lt;br /&gt;Your words are still lies and you're unrealiable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so disgusted to even talk to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4593926716679597099?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4593926716679597099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4593926716679597099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4593926716679597099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4593926716679597099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-run-away-as-far-as-i-could.html' title='I would run away as far as I could,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-7347793733396209799</id><published>2009-03-27T23:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:57:41.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a ride, a ride, a ride.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sczyy8Yq4YI/AAAAAAAAB-o/YCv_rF8dIEg/s1600-h/637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317892217034695042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sczyy8Yq4YI/AAAAAAAAB-o/YCv_rF8dIEg/s400/637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm seeing this all over HCMC, and I really envy how the people here travel around so easily with their motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;They must have gotten their motorcycle license so easily. This bike is so commonly seen here, I felt like I'm in Scooter Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic here is still scary. Moreover it's Friday, there are even more motorcycles around!&lt;br /&gt;Every bike I see on the streets, perhaps every 2 out of 5 is a Piaggio Vespa. It's different for Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I always have the urge to want to sit on it and feel how it is like to be 'riding' it. So many pretty colours, I saw a few of them which is 'special', one of it is the design of Italy's flag.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to have one to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SczyhmGm4sI/AAAAAAAAB-g/6raPZvYNDjY/s1600-h/GTV250ie_Siena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317891918995579586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SczyhmGm4sI/AAAAAAAAB-g/6raPZvYNDjY/s400/GTV250ie_Siena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They are such beautiful travel invention! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to roam the streets as usually just now, and bought bread from this French Bakery, and they are good! Saw another group of Ngee Ann students who just came today, and happen to live in the same hotel as us.&lt;br /&gt;They are quite a few antique shops here selling really old cameras, most of them not working anymore.&lt;br /&gt;We had Ice-cream at one of the French-style coffeeshops. The roads were bustling, of course, with handsome motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going up the others' room now. Good night! I will dream of myself riding a Vespa tonight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-7347793733396209799?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/7347793733396209799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=7347793733396209799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7347793733396209799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/7347793733396209799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/need-ride-ride-ride.html' title='Need a ride, a ride, a ride.'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/Sczyy8Yq4YI/AAAAAAAAB-o/YCv_rF8dIEg/s72-c/637.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-8605380638721324426</id><published>2009-03-26T01:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T02:03:21.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Chin Minh City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ScpwX50OwbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/sD8y9LMyRFI/s1600-h/DSCN2012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317185866023485874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ScpwX50OwbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/sD8y9LMyRFI/s400/DSCN2012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day was fairly enjoyable. It's just that the weather is damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling very good, my nose is 'runny' and sometimes it's blocked. Food is good, I didn't like some though.&lt;br /&gt;Vetnam Coffee and Spring Rolls totally made the day better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the venue where the hotel is located, it's near to the Night Market,&lt;br /&gt;and awesome thing is that there are many French-styled coffeeshops around.&lt;br /&gt;We are now skilled in crossing roads in Ho Chi Minh City, after the frightful experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling hungry, again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-8605380638721324426?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/8605380638721324426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=8605380638721324426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8605380638721324426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/8605380638721324426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/ho-chin-minh-city.html' title='Ho Chin Minh City'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ScpwX50OwbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/sD8y9LMyRFI/s72-c/DSCN2012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-6226612119703397711</id><published>2009-03-23T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:20:00.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way we stand,</title><content type='html'>Was spending my afternoon with friends over at town. Hot sun, coffee at Starbucks, dinner at Rabbit, and Starbucks again.&lt;br /&gt;Food at Rabbit's was good, I still have the Tom Yum heat in my throat. I will go back there again definitely.&lt;br /&gt;Post-dinner at Starbucks Paragon was exciting, I was listening to Chris and Mike talk about the Thai horror film 'Coming Soon'.&lt;br /&gt;I had goosebumps while listening. It kind of freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;I was walking damn slowly from the bus stop to the lift hoping to see familiar faces who will take the same lift as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made up my mind, I will bring my laptop with me on this trip, but I'm thinking of the hassle..&lt;br /&gt;I'm not all hyped up and excited about the trip yet, so many things undone. I couldn't even concentrate on packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a good time today :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-6226612119703397711?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/6226612119703397711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=6226612119703397711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6226612119703397711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/6226612119703397711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/way-we-stand.html' title='The way we stand,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-4669771683070015721</id><published>2009-03-21T20:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:43:06.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went Suntec with Mom, but was in no mood to shop at all. I have no idea why either.&lt;br /&gt;I was much happier when I came back home.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting girlfriends on Monday yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm left with 3 more days before I leave again, for Vietnam this time.&lt;br /&gt;5.15am at the airport! Woah, I have to get up at like 3.30am :(&lt;br /&gt;I think it will be a good trip, I will certainly enjoy it, programs will be over at 5.30pm everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking if I should carry my laptop with me on this trip, need entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-4669771683070015721?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/4669771683070015721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=4669771683070015721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4669771683070015721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/4669771683070015721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-suntec-with-mom-but-was-in-no-mood.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5013905984502047355</id><published>2009-03-20T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:31:23.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheeee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ScTdEQyNSMI/AAAAAAAAB-I/OokY7-2HI-w/s1600-h/IMG_5268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315616525498796226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ScTdEQyNSMI/AAAAAAAAB-I/OokY7-2HI-w/s400/IMG_5268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5013905984502047355?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5013905984502047355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5013905984502047355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5013905984502047355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5013905984502047355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/wheeee.html' title='Wheeee!'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/ScTdEQyNSMI/AAAAAAAAB-I/OokY7-2HI-w/s72-c/IMG_5268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1125749894634473601</id><published>2009-03-13T23:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:14:07.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence of time,</title><content type='html'>12:46    I alighted from the MRT and took my own sweet time to walk to Vivocity.&lt;br /&gt;13:00    No call, no message. I feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;13:05    I texted S telling him I've reached and ask where is he. (He said he will call me when he's there)&lt;br /&gt;13:10    No reply. I walked pass Page One and thought, "hah, I shall go in, never been here for ages"&lt;br /&gt;13:23    No reply. I was browsing Chic-lit when I saw the person standing opposite me looks alot like Xavier.&lt;br /&gt;13:28    No reply. I was thinking if I should go over to say Hi, thinking he will ask, what are you doing here, and it will be weird to reply I'm being stood up for the first date after the break-up.&lt;br /&gt;13:32    No reply. Okay that person is not Xavier, just very look-alike. Like his twin or something.&lt;br /&gt;13:35    No reply. I decided to text my two girlfriends. "Woo hoo! I'm being stood up for an hour and still counting. Big guess is that he overslept"&lt;br /&gt;13:36    No reply. I thought I will walk out of Vivocity if he's not here by 13:45.&lt;br /&gt;13:40    Got a call from the-late-guy, panting and mumbling how sorry he is, and asked me to wait for him, will be there by 14:00&lt;br /&gt;13:43    Text from S "Something cropped up sorry to make you wait, pls forgive. Reading any books? Are you hungry?" HA-HA. I told Shona I will probably have fainted by the time he got here.&lt;br /&gt;14:00    I guessed I forgot what I was thinking at 13:36. Page One is getting colder by the minute, and I'm realllllyyyy hungry! Still not here yet.&lt;br /&gt;14:08    My phone finally rings, "Where are you? I'm in Page One now."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1125749894634473601?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1125749894634473601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1125749894634473601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1125749894634473601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1125749894634473601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/essence-of-time.html' title='Essence of time,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-5103317140258183116</id><published>2009-03-12T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T11:31:14.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SbiBqcEv8QI/AAAAAAAAB-A/p1ULw605Cpo/s1600-h/DSCN1614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312138326574100738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SbiBqcEv8QI/AAAAAAAAB-A/p1ULw605Cpo/s400/DSCN1614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was tidying the room and saw some photos taken a year ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-5103317140258183116?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/5103317140258183116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=5103317140258183116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5103317140258183116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/5103317140258183116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-tidying-room-and-saw-some-photos.html' title=''/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PVdbzZ-jZqE/SbiBqcEv8QI/AAAAAAAAB-A/p1ULw605Cpo/s72-c/DSCN1614.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33416527.post-1417607006040843556</id><published>2009-03-10T14:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:11:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattered and torn,</title><content type='html'>I remembered Joy's post on her essay she wrote when she was in primary school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I was really bored at home, I packed my room and came across a piece I wrote sometime back.&lt;br /&gt;(When I was in secondary 2 I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sandy rose up from her cyan clue chair and stretched herself. She was a slim, and gorgeous woman at the peak of her career. Sandy dragged her feet towards the spotless drop window facing the beautiful night view of the city. Her moist brown eyes could not help but look at the night sky full of little diamonds glittering, as if they were smiling at her. The aroma of rich coffee filled up her office room and brought an warm ambiance. Sandy brings herself to ease on the warm Monday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning back to the messy office table, she sighed as she sat back down and began packing unwillingly. After what seemed like hours, she stood up and walked to the toilet outside. It was almost twelve. The corridor of the office was eerily quiet. Each click-clack of her heels echoed in the deserted walkway until the creak of the toilet door filled the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy stared appreciatively at her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands. Her hair waved gently on her shoulders and her new eye make-up highlighted her soft oval face. She could not be anymore prettier. She smiled to herself and walked out of the dead silent washroom and hurried back to her office. She thought she heard someone giggled behind her back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered getting inspiration from a short story I read or watched, cant remember.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is why I hate to write descriptive essays, I feel that it's draggy.&lt;br /&gt;It was my one attempt when I was in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;No more essay writing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33416527-1417607006040843556?l=-beyondpassion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/feeds/1417607006040843556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33416527&amp;postID=1417607006040843556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1417607006040843556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33416527/posts/default/1417607006040843556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-beyondpassion.blogspot.com/2009/03/tattered-and-torn.html' title='Tattered and torn,'/><author><name>Happy bobs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16749593991983640409</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
